I couldn’t believe it. The idea that Leah was somehow involved in embezzling from the mayor didn’t make sense. Not with everything I knew about her. Sweet, reserved Leah would never—she wasn’t built for that kind of deceit. And yet the detectives had said it, and their words echoed in my mind. But something about this felt wrong, off in a way I couldn’t explain.
Vivian, standing across from me, was visibly shaken. Her hands were trembling, her face pale. The fear was evident in her eyes, but so was something else. A coldness. A rage that seemed to be growing stronger by the minute. It was the same dark thing that had surfaced when Adam’s name came up—when she realized what he had done, to her, to Leah, to all of them.
“I can’t believe this,” she muttered, pacing in the small room. “Leah?
