Collins’ POV
The USB sits on my desk, small and unassuming, yet holding the weight of everything. I stare down at it, my mind pulling me back to my mind pulling back to that night, the moment Eva’s carefully guarded secrets came tumbling out. I can still see her sitting across from me, wringing her hands, her eyes darting around like a cornered animal.
At first, she tried to lie. But I pushed. Hard. Until she finally broke.
And then she said it. A name that refuses to leave my mind.
Cynthia Castillo.
My stomach twists. Cynthia. Alexander’s wife.
How? What’s the connection?
No matter how much I try to piece it together, I can’t make sense of it. The weight of the revelation presses down on me, a sickening mix of shock and realization.
I exhale sharply, dragging a hand down my face.
