Meryl's POV
My head was still spinning. I couldn't seem to make sense of what Andre had just admitted in the car. The words echoed in my skull, a relentless, disorienting loop that drowned out everything else. He tossed his car keys to a waiting valet, his movements crisp and controlled, and gestured for me to follow him into the towering glass building. I moved on autopilot, my feet carrying me forward while my mind remained trapped in the passenger seat, replaying his shocking confession.
We rode the elevator in silence and walked down a long corridor to his office. He swiped a keycard, the glass doors whispered open, and he strode inside as if it were any other day. I trailed behind him, a ghost in his wake, my thoughts a chaotic storm. He dropped his phone onto the polished surface of his massive desk and began to loosen his tie, a casual gesture that was so at odds with the bomb he had just detonated in my life.
