Ivy Pov:
I found Noah exactly where I'd left him, slumped in the hallway chair, but something in his posture had changed entirely…rigid, tense, his phone still gripped tight in his hand like it might slip away if he loosened his fingers even slightly.
"Noah?" I crossed the hallway quickly, concerned spiking through the exhaustion already weighing on me.
"What's wrong?"
He looked up, and the expression on his face stopped me cold. No confusion this time. Not the frustrated blankness I'd grown used to over the past three weeks. This was something sharper. Betrayal, maybe, tangled with disbelief.
"Someone sent me a document," he said quietly. "A photograph of it, anyway. I don't know who, and I don't care anymore who's behind these messages but this one's different."
"Different how?"
