Ken studied Damien for a moment, taking in the seriousness of his expression.
He had expected Damien’s early-morning message to concern the investigation, but he hadn’t anticipated that Damien would be ready to reveal everything quite so soon.
Raising an eyebrow, Ken leaned back in his chair.
“All right,” he said. “I’m listening.”
By the time Damien left Ken’s study, the sun had already risen, its morning rays streaming through the tall windows of the estate. It was nearly 7:30 in the morning, and the household was gradually becoming busier.
He made his way back upstairs, heading straight toward their bedroom.
When he entered, he found the bed empty, its sheets and pillows already neatly arranged. The faint sound of running water coming from the bathroom told him that Maya was taking
