The Crack
Avery should have been relieved. Her father had been unusually quiet all day, disappearing into his study, phone glued to his ear, his sharp gaze flicking toward her now and then. She told herself it was nothing, just business. But something in the way he clenched his jaw made her stomach twist with foreboding. She found the truth faster than expected. Eavesdropping had never been her style, but curiosity and dread collided as she passed the study. Her father’s voice carried—sharp, clipped, urgent. “…Yes, I want everything on Elias Carrow. Background, business affiliations, anything shady. I don’t care how long it takes.” Her knees went weak. “Why?” the other voice asked, calm, detached. “Because he’s involved with Avery. And if he’s dangerous…” Her father’s words cut off with a gru
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