The security monitor flickers with grainy black-and-white footage of the Meridian's lobby, and Kayden watches Andrea walk through the revolving doors like he's watching a stranger enter his life for the first time.
She looks devastated on screen. Even through the poor resolution and the distance of forty-two floors, he can see it in the way she carries herself—shoulders curved inward, movements careful as if she's afraid she might shatter. Her hand trembles slightly as she approaches the reception desk.
He should look away. Should turn off the monitor and pretend he didn't see her, let the receptionist handle it, maintain the distance he asked for.
Instead, he leans closer to the screen.
