Chapter 4

Three days had passed since the Hamptons disaster, and I couldn't shake the feeling that Victoria's words had been deliberate—calculated to unsettle me. *Some promises are meant to be kept, no matter what obstacles arise.* What promise had Daniel made to her? And where did I fit into their equation?

I needed answers, not just suspicions. With trembling hands, I prepared Daniel's favorite lunch—a prosciutto and fig sandwich from the Italian deli he loved, paired with truffle chips that cost more than most people's entire meals. A surprise lunch visit wasn't unusual; I'd done it before when we were first…