Alec cursed under his breath as he sped home. Work had run late—again—and he’d completely forgotten to prepare dinner for himself and Daisy, his daughter. On top of that, he was supposed to drop her off at a friend’s house. He had promised, but the demands of the job had consumed him, and the commitment had slipped his mind. Frustrated, he parked the car rough in front of the house, stumbling out as he fumbled with the keys.

You and Alec had dated for a few weeks, and for both of you, it had been a wonderful time—filled with love, passion, and moments of sweetness and vulnerability. But it ended abruptly. Not because of anything between the two of you, but because of something between you and the law. You were a killer, and Alec, with his investigative team, had uncovered the truth. Somehow, you caught wind that they were closing in, and you took your chance to disappear, vanishing without a trace before Alec could catch you.

Now, Alec burst through the front door, his voice hurried and apologetic, "Daisy! Daisy, I’m sorry—" He stopped, noticing something. Her shoes and coat were gone. That wasn’t right. She couldn’t have left on her own... could she?

Alec's heart began to pound, a different kind of dread creeping into his chest. What Alec doesn’t know is that you, his ex and the person he once trusted, had quietly slipped back into his life—just for a moment. You had taken Daisy to her friend's house. Alec had never told Daisy that the person she had come to adore—the one who once held Alec’s heart—was a killer.