~Rowan's Pov~
She talked for forty-seven minutes.
Rowan knew the time because the clock on the wall had been the only thing he allowed himself to look at that wasn't her face. Her face was doing something he had never seen it do, it was open. Every wall she had kept up since the day she walked into his office with a proposal and an agenda had come down, and what was underneath was a woman who was frightened and exhausted and quietly ashamed. Not of finding the truth. Of how long it had taken her to bring it to him.
He didn't move once. He sat in the chair by her window and listened and let her speak without interrupting, because some things had to be said whole or they lost their shape.
She told him everything. The arrest video. The DA contact Marcus Webb. The plan to reach the archive
