Chapter 4

I thought it was Ramon.

The footsteps stopped about three feet behind me.

Then I heard breathing.

It was heavy and ragged, like someone who'd just run a marathon, or like their whole world was falling apart.

I slowly turned around.

Joseph was standing in the hallway.

His coat was caked with mud, his hair was disheveled, and I had no idea when he'd lost his glasses.

He looked nothing like the always put-together business mogul I knew. Right now, he looked like someone whose whole spirit had been drained away.

His eyes were fixed on the inside of the…