Willow's POV
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The scratchy vinyl booth of the diner did little to calm my nerves. I stared intently at the chipped tabletop, tracing the grooves with jittery fingers as the seconds ticked by. The air was filled with the scent of greasy burgers and overcooked coffee, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. My heart hammered against my ribs as I thought about what I was about to do. This was my only chance, and I needed it to work.
I had decided to abandon my Plan A. Using Brax's father to take down Steve was taking too long and felt increasingly dangerous. Too many things could go wrong, and too many lives could be caught in the crossfire. No, I couldn't allow that. So I reached out to someone from my past, my father's best friend, a cop named David. When my father had been k
