Delaney
The email arrived on a Wednesday morning, three weeks after the championship, subject line stripped of any pretense at politeness.
I have the original texts. The ones where Roman threatened to expose you unless you agreed to date him. Screenshots, timestamps, all of it, pulled off a cracked backup before you two got smart about your digital security. I think the public deserves to know their favorite redemption story started as coercion. $200,000 says this stays between us.
Delaney read it twice, standing in the kitchen with her coffee going cold, feeling the specific, sickening vertigo of watching a year and a half of hard won trust threatened by evidence she'd genuinely forgotten still existed anywhere.
She called Roman at practice, voice tight enough that he left the ice imm
