Reluctantly, I got out of bed and took a quick shower. Once I was dressed, I called for my driver before making a cup of coffee and grabbing an apple out of the fruit bowl. While I ate my breakfast, I flipped through my phone, checking any messages I might have gotten along with my work emails.

I had several from Mom, Samara, and Pop, but it was the one from Garret that pulled my focus.

Garret: Got a lead on my mom. Don’t want to disappoint Dad if it doesn’t pan out. Will check in when I can. Until then, I will be radio silent.

We’d been searching for Felicity for months, but there had been zero clues as to where she might have gone—or even if she’d gone willingly. Surveillance cameras and CCTV feeds from private businesses had left us with nothing. I’d had Desi checking airports within a hundred-square-mile radius of Trinity County, but that had been fruitless as well. No one had seen or heard anything from the Hannigan home that night. It was as if Felicity really had vanished into thin air.

Garret had been exhausting himself flying back and forth between New York and California, helping his family search for his mom while still working. I wasn’t sure what to think of him going off to follow a lead on his own, but I did know that Jet was a mess without his wife. Garret probably didn’t want to add more stress to the man in case he came home empty-handed once again.

When I got to work, Eduard was already on top of things as usual. We were minus an employee these days, not that anyone had noticed CeCe’s absence. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what had happened to her other than that Mom had taken care of her. CeCe’s uncle wouldn’t be able to use her to help the O’Brions spy on me or my family ever again—that was for fucking sure.

With everything that had been going on after I lost Nova, my assistant had basically been running the legit side of the business. He was more than competent enough, and with Pop there to handle anything Eduard couldn’t, nothing had fallen behind. But I’d been slowly taking over everything once again, attempting to get back to some sense of normalcy, even if it was only on the surface so my family didn’t worry.

More than anything, however, it was because I needed the extra distraction to keep my mind off what was coming up and the fact that I wouldn’t be going on my honeymoon the following month as I’d been planning for the longest time.

Eduard was going on and on about the schedule for the day, but I only half heard what he said, my gaze going to the framed picture of me with Nova on my desk. On autopilot, I answered when spoken to, but I couldn’t draw my gaze away from the way Nova was smiling up at me in the photo.