SCARLETT
The moment my phone buzzed, a chill ran down my spine. I glanced at the screen, my heart skipping a beat.
Unknown number.
I hesitated for only a second before answering. "Hello?"
"Scarlett," a familiar voice whispered. It was my father’s secretary.
I straightened. "What is it?"
"We need to talk. I have information about your father’s case. Meet me in thirty minutes."
The line went dead before I could ask anything else. My fingers tightened around my phone. My father—the man who had given me everything, who had loved me unconditionally—was rotting in prison for a crime I was now sure he hadn’t committed. And if this call could change that, I wasn’t going to ignore it.
But I had to be careful. I couldn’t let anyone see me leave, especially Zayden. He always had his eyes on m
