Not long after, Steve gave Nathaniel the name of the café, and without another word, he hung up, grabbing his coat and storming out of the office. His mind was a whirlwind of fear, anger, and desperation. He had to get there before things spiraled out of control or before Geraldine did something irreversible.
As he sped through the streets, his hands gripped the steering wheels intensely his knuckles turned white.
The winter sky outside darkened as snow began to fall lightly, the flakes dancing in the air before settling on the windshield. But Nathaniel barely noticed. His mind was focused on one thing, on Killian.
Geraldine had noticed the changes in him. The distance, the late nights, the mysterious tension. He sensed her growing suspicion, but he had hoped to keep his secret a little longer. He had been careful, or so he thought.
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