Zayne’s POV
Four hours later, I arrived in Fairview.
The building hasn’t changed. It still smells like antiseptic and expensive furniture the moment the elevator doors slide open. The hallway lights are too bright, reflecting off marble floors that make every footstep echo slightly.
I step out anyway. Dr. Pierce’s office sits at the very end of the corridor, exactly where it always is.
Dr. Harrington Pierce, MD — Psychiatry
I stare at the name for a second longer than necessary. My jaw tightens slightly before I push the door open.
The receptionist looks up from her desk. She smiles politely.
“Good morning, Mr. Bellandi.”
“Morning.”
“You’re right on time. Dr. Pierce will see you shortly.”
I sit in one of the leather chairs in the waiting area. Ten minutes later, the door to th
