Nolan POV
It was three in the morning by the time I finally stopped.
My desk was buried beneath the weight of it. The printouts, intercepted text messages, copies of emails, and recordings of call logs.
Every thread I tugged unraveled into another, all of it twisting together into a knot I couldn’t ignore. It was the kind of proof no one could deny, no matter how much I wanted to.
Felicity’s schemes.
Her fingerprints were on everything. The spies in the pack house, the poisoned meal nearly a year ago, the constant drip of whispered lies meant to erode Ellie’s place by my side.
All of it traced back to her.
I didn’t even need to drag Ellie’s attacker into it, not tonight. I wasn’t sure I could stomach hearing him confirm what I already knew—that Felicity had known Ellie was pregnan
