Chapter One-Hundred & Forty Three

The Westwood estate loomed in the dusk like a monument to all things broken. August slammed the door of his car shut, tires crunching gravel as he stormed toward the front doors with fire in his veins. He didnโ€™t respond to the staff greeting himโ€”didnโ€™t even look their way. His jaw was clenched so ti...