Finishing out the workday was a special form of t*****e. Mia hated what her reaction had betrayed to her crew, hated the looks of concern they’d kept shooting her way, even as she appreciated their willingness to defend. She didn’t want to be seen as weak or broken. She was neither.
But she was preoccupied the rest of the day, stewing in anxiety over what to say to Brax. This was her chance to come clean. To tell him everything. But would the truth put him in danger? How could it when everyone directly involved was now dead? It wasn’t as if he’d go around announcing it to the world.
If he even believed her.
She wasn’t certain he would. Reality was stranger than so much fiction, and she had no idea how he’d react. She didn’t dare hope that it would change anything. Never mind how he’d he
