Such a small word "Us" yet it echoed in my head like something foreign, almost surreal.
Ansel had been my ex, my burden to bear, and yet… somehow, I knew Theron wasn’t going to let me face this alone. He wouldn’t step aside and let me clean up the wreckage Ansel left behind, not when Eldon Alcott was involved. Theron despised that man. Any chance to tear him down, he’d gladly take.
But it wasn’t just that. This fight? He was in it for me.
Theron had told me to focus on recovering while he and Mr. Gallows mapped out our defense against Ansel and Alcott. I wanted to protest I tried but I wasn’t blind. I knew I couldn’t do much from a hospital bed.
It couldn’t have come at a worse time. Ansel’s case, Alcott’s involvement, Twila’s looming shadow... I still hadn’t told Theron the truth abou
