CONNOR'S POV
I stay up the evening, sitting in my lounge, drinking my scotch. My lights are dimmed. The city lights shining ahead. All I have on my mind is Leah, I left to protect her, so that she doesn't receive any more threats. I have to work with Joan, sadly. The part of the reason why I also left Leah. My past came back, I want to speak to her so badly, but I have to keep my distance. It is killing me, its taking all of my strength to be apart, or not say anything. I have to put my cold demeanor back into place with her, and it pains me so much. To see her hurting because of me, she thinks that I left because of her past, and her miscarriage, but in truth its because of the person who threatened her and brought my past back, hanging it over my head.
What is worse is that Joan will
