TESSA
I froze as I stared at the video playing on Amanda’s phone screen. I couldn’t breathe, my throat felt tight like I was swallowing glass. This can’t be real? It can’t be Zane, right?
“This is a joke,” I whispered, though my voice came out scratchy and my lips were numb. “Zane can’t… he would…”
Amanda struggled to get up, wincing as she steadied herself and limped closer. “Look,” she urged, swiping to zoom in. Her fingers shook, but her eyes never left my face.
I didn’t want to see it. I don’t want confirmation. But there it was… on the grainy surveillance feed, Zane standing across a board member. The camera angle was bad and shadows were cutting over his face, but the details were clear enough to be undeniable. The folder, the sneakiness, the look. Oh God.
And when Amanda pinc
