Later, alone in his office, Marcus stared at his phone, hands shaking as he pulled up old photos he had never deleted. There it was—a picture of him laughing with Jonah Cruz, his closest friend, outside a small bar years ago. Jonah’s arm was around his shoulders, the same silver pendant resting against his chest. It wasn’t similar. It was the same necklace. Memories crashed back with brutal clarity—the rain-soaked road, Jonah’s trembling phone call, the crash that broke Marcus’s body and shattered his life. Jonah had been the closest thing to a brother he ever had, and losing him left a hole Marcus never dared to look into. Until now. Ivy was Jonah’s daughter. The last light Jonah left behind. And somehow, impossibly, she had found her way into Marcus’s arms.