Miles' POV
"Are you really going to keep pretending this doesn't bother you?" My voice cut through the quiet study, sharp enough to break through Calvin's stubborn silence.
He sat hunched over the table, scribbling notes that I knew were nothing but distractions. His jaw was tight, his knuckles pale where they gripped the pen. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, forcing myself to appear casual-but inside, my nerves were frayed to the bone.
It's not that simple, Miles," he growled, not even bothering to look at him. He spoke with all the portent of a storm that had been building up over several days. "What's the alternative? I walk out and tell the truth? It will destroy it all.
I stepped into the room, shutting the door behind me. "The truth has a funny way of doing
