Chapter 85: A House of New Beginnings

One year. Twelve months. Three hundred and sixty-five days since I stood in the wreckage of Marlee’s apartment, watching the dawn break over a world of shattered glass and shattered lives. Time, they say, heals all wounds. It’s a lie. Time doesn’t heal. It just teaches you how to live with the scars. “Halenkamp, you in there?” Melody Spears’ voice cut through my thoughts, sharp and clear as the lines of the architectural models in our new office. I blinked, the view of the city...