Third person POV
The wine glass shattered against the far wall, crimson liquid splattering like blood across the faded wallpaper. Felicity’s breath came in short, uneven bursts, her chest rising and falling as she stared at the mess — the jagged shards catching the light like teeth.
She’d been pacing for hours, her manic energy fueling her fury as she flipped through the latest reports scattered across her desk. Photographs, typed summaries, names, and sightings — all of them centered around one woman.
Ellie.
That cursed name seemed to echo through her head with every heartbeat. Ellie, who had wormed her way into Nolan’s life and stayed there, like a stain Felicity couldn’t scrub away. Ellie, who had made Nolan turn his back on everything they’d built together.
Ellie, who now stood u
