Everything

♤Adrian♤ "You got him?" I asked, tucking the phone between my shoulder and neck while buttoning my shirt. "He gave a fake signal. He was never really going to Washington," Axel said. I froze, my hand still on the last button. What? "How the fuck did he pull that off?" I muttered, irritation flaring. Derrick playing me was the last thing I needed right now. I had enough to deal with. My wife, for one. We’d crossed a line last night—one we couldn’t uncross. And now, she was my next puzzle. Something wasn’t right. After our breakup, something happened. I didn’t know what, and it was eating at me. There’s a scar under her wrist. What put it there? What did Maya mean when she said Astrid almost died? Why did Astrid shut down when I asked about the past? No one was going to hand me the answers. I’d have to dig them out myself. And this time, I would. A sound. I looked up. Astrid stood at the top of the staircase, head tilted slightly. Our eyes locked. I straightened, pulling the phone from m