After his departure, silence fell, broken only by Izzy's steady sobs. It felt as if we were all waiting for the other shoe to drop. As if Christopher McAllister was about to burst through the door with a machine gun.
Instead, two things occurred in quick succession.
Elijah’s portable printer whirred.
"That's your paperwork," Courtney said. "Just sign where it says—"
And a text flashed on my screen. A message from Bliss.
Tell Rye I have information for him about his father's death.
I let out an involuntary sound. Shock, anger, disgust, take your pick. Did she never stop? Would she ever stop?
I quickly composed an answer.
Not interested in your information. But I hesitated before pressing "send." Maybe Rye had a right to make his own choice about this.
"Rye. Message for you." I walk
