Having a spectacular view of Nashville was distracting at times, especially when Trent Walker had so much on his mind. He had a stack of clients he needed to approve in front of him, but instead, his eyes kept wandering to the skyline as he thought of Bree and hoped she was doing better today.
She hadn’t seemed to be doing well at all lately. He knew she was struggling with getting her hand to cooperate, and it was like a knife in his chest every time he saw her cry. He desperately wished he could take her pain away, could fix everything for her, could go back in time and stop Cat from ever hurting her to begin with.
But he couldn’t do that. So he just sat at his desk feeling helpless, staring at the city, not doing his work.
