The hum of the office air conditioning usually provided a soothing backdrop to Levi's workday. Today, however, it seemed to mock him, a constant, irritating drone that mirrored the frantic beating of his heart.
He had finally managed to drag himself away from Lyse's intoxicating presence, the promise of tonight fueling him through the morning. He had even arrived at work with a spring in his step, a lightness in his heart that had not been there in months. He had believed that it was going to be a very beautiful day, propelled by the excitement of seeing Lyse later. Now, that lightness had been replaced by a cold dread that settled deep in his gut.
He had originally barely glanced at his emails, at first assuming that they were the usual barrage of work-related correspondence that he could deal with later. Then, one subject line caught his eye: Regarding Sutton. His blood ran cold at the words.
