CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE
The name keeps echoing in my head as I stand there, frozen.
Isn’t that my ex-boyfriend?
Jake Hilton.
My stomach twists violently. Steve’s documents flash through my memory—the neat rows, the official titles, the carefully compiled list of executives and staff. I had read every line. Twice. His name hadn’t been there.
So how…?
My chest tightens. I suddenly feel like I’m standing in the wrong place, at the wrong time, breathing air that no longer belongs to me. Whatever this is, I can’t process it here. Not inside these walls.
I need to leave. Now.
Once the restroom door opens and the women’s laughter fades down the corridor, I step out slowly, wash my hands again though they’re already clean, and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My face looks pale, my eyes t
