Paige’s POVHolden Estate, Manhattan 6 months after the Hospital Shooting“Where are you? I'm all dressed up.”“Paige. I'm so sorry. There was an emergency board meeting and now I'm on my way to Chicago to solve the problem. I'm really sorry, my love.”“Oh.” I said, trying hard to sound like he didn’t just break my heart again. “It's okay. But you're coming back tomorrow, right? Gwen’s play starts at 6.”“I know. I’ll fly back tonight right after I sort things out there. Okay? I love you so much. I'm really sorry about this, Paige.”“I love you too, Callan. Goodnight.” I hang the phone up before I let myself cry. It's been months of the same conversation. He's cheating. Stop it, brain. I told you this was all too good to be true. It's not. He loves me. Only me. Then why are you so scared to check all the social media? I told my brain to stop convincing me Callan’s having an affair. A gust of wind blasted the balcony door open and immediately pulled me back to the shooting. Mig