Lucy’s pov :
The sterile hum of the ER waiting room pressed in on me like a weight, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead casting harsh shadows on the linoleum floor. Grandpa's words still echoed in my head, a thunderclap that had shattered everything I thought I knew.
Naomi, my best friend, the one I'd run with, laughed with, confided in, was Harlan's daughter?
The man who'd betrayed our family, handed over intel that got Elias's parents murdered? I couldn't believe it. My mind reeled, piecing together fragments: her hesitance about her past, the shadows in her eyes when family history came up, the way she'd always changed the subject.
Betrayal burned hot in my chest, twisting with the fear for Elias lying beyond those doors, unconscious and broken. How could she hide this
