Riley’s pov
I stood there for what felt like hours, pressed against the door as if I could somehow hold back the flood of panic that threatened to consume me. My legs felt heavy, my mind spinning in circles. What was I supposed to do? How had I let things get so out of control?
Twenty-four hours?
It wasn’t enough time. It wasn’t enough time to figure out how to fix this, how to make it go away, how to stop my world from crumbling down around me. The triplets had left me with two impossible choices, either I sign their contract and lose myself to them or they expose my secret, destroy everything I’ve worked for, and ruin what little is left of my life.
The room suddenly felt too small, too suffocating. I needed air. I needed to think.
I grabbed my jacket and hurried out the back door,
