The Beginning of an End.

Fiona's POV

By the time I opened my eyes, he was gone, just as I had expected. I yawned loudly and walked to the dressing table.

I felt awkward looking into the mirror, a feeling I had known for a long time—the same feeling I had when I first met Harden at Yale. The fear that I would lose him for good and that nothing could prevent it.

I pulled open the shelf, picked up the camera I had used to capture every moment at the construction company, removed the chip, and clenched it in my palm. I slipped on a dress and walked out of the room.

Isabella stood in front of the refrigerator, filling it with bottled water. "Hey, off to somewhere again?"

"Yes, I'll be back soon," I said, walking out and catching a cab to News with Me, where Michelle works.

Somehow, it felt like I was being watched. I looked over my shoulder, checking if someone was behind me.

"Hey," Michelle popped out of nowhere, "what are you doing here?"

I took a deep breath and took a seat. "It took me ages to find the cafeter