CHAPTER 37
The room felt smaller than before, like the walls were inching closer with every page I flipped through.
The documents—emails, screenshots, messages—they were pieces of a puzzle I hadn’t realized I was trying to solve. But now that the edges were sharp, the picture was starting to form. And it wasn’t pretty.
Then, the knock.
Sharp. Insistent. Like it shattered the fragile quiet I’d wrapped myself in.
Chen’s voice was low when he said, “Uche. Can we talk?”
I didn’t answer right away. I wanted to keep the last shred of control in the space I’d built. But when the door cracked open, there he was—his eyes searching mine, looking for something I wasn’t sure I wanted to give.
“Why now?” I asked quietly, the weight of everything making my throat tight.
He didn’t flinch. “Becaus
