Vincent POV
The call ended and the corridor went quiet. I turned and my car wasn’t where I’d left it.
For one hard beat my chest locked. Myra. I’d set her in the backseat myself. The engine had been idling. The keys still in. I was already moving when the phone buzzed in my palm.
“Daddy, I’m home.”
Everything inside me dropped and steadied at the same time. “You’re what?”
“I’m home,” she said again, cheerful and a little breathless. “The nice doctor drove me. She said you were busy.”
I exhaled so fully it almost hurt. “Are you alone?”
“Guards are here. Nurse too. I’m okay.”
“Good girl,” I said, and it came out rough. “I’m on my way.”
I told security to lock the lot, took the spare, and drove with my focus on getting home. The questions could wait till I see her in person.
The man
