THE MAFIA BOSS WALKED INTO THE HOSPITAL WITH HIS NEW LOVER-THEN FROZE WHEN HE SAW THE WOMAN HE ABANDONED DYING WITH HIS CHILD

I carry by myself.

I have an appointment next Thursday.

I wish I didn’t still know your number by heart.

Brin.

Cormack read it once.

Then again.

The words blurred.

Carefully, he folded the letter and tucked it inside his coat, directly over his heart—the same place where Brin’s hand had once rested.

“Who handles the mail at Vesper Row?” he asked Royce quietly.continue reading …