I lost my man
For ten years, Evelyn Vale lived between silence and waiting. Not the ordinary kind of waiting. Not the kind where someone checks the clock before dinner or glances through windows during rainstorms. Her waiting was heavier than that. It lived in the walls. In unanswered calls. In half-packed suitcases standing near the front door. In the strange ability she had developed to sleep lightly, as if her soul itself remained awake until her husband returned home safely. Because Cassian Arden was not an ordinary man. Officially, he worked in diplomacy. That was the word written on documents. The word repeated at formal dinners. The word strangers accepted politely without further questions. But Evelyn knew the truth hidden underneath tailored suits and calm smiles. Cassian belonged to shadows. An informant. A strategist. A man trusted with dangerous conversations behind closed doors where the fate of nations sometimes shifted with a single sentence. He never explained details. And Evelyn nev...
