The knock comes again, softer this time, and my heart is still hammering from what we just did when I crack the bathroom door. Mia stands there holding my phone, her face drained of color, eyes wide and glassy. The screen lights up in her hand with the same notification I saw seconds ago.
"Who's threatening you?" she whispers, voice cracking. "And what the hell is this about Dad's debt?"
Everything inside me freezes. The guys are right behind me, towels slung low, skin still damp, and I feel their silent support like a wall at my back. I take the phone gently from her fingers and pull her inside the steamy bathroom, closing the door so we're all crowded together in the humid quiet.
I had to tell her everything. I admit someone is blackmailing us with old secrets, that it somehow ties in
