Break it?
“Wait… wait, there will be no need.” The words tore out of me before the second kick could land.
My hand was already on the bolt, fingers trembling so hard the metal rattled in its slot. I slid it back with a sharp scrape and yanked the door open. Rico stood frozen in the hallway, one fist raised, knuckles pale and scraped raw from the first blow he had already delivered. His chest rose and fell in heavy, uneven waves, shirt stretched tight across his shoulders, eyes wide and bloodshot with a storm of guilt and fury and something softer I couldn’t name. Marco loomed a step behind him, crowbar gripped in both hands, the iron glinting dully in the low light. Rico’s gaze dropped to my bare feet, then to the ultrasound photo I clutched against my robe, then finally to my face. The
