The dim motel room felt smaller than before, like the walls were closing in, suffocating us. William sat on the edge of the bed, phone still clutched in his hand, his knuckles white. His father’s words lingered in the air like a shadow we couldn’t shake.
We’re on our own.
I let out a slow breath and leaned against the door, my pulse still unsteady. “What exactly does that mean?”
William ran a hand through his hair, frustration tightening his expression. “It means he’s washing his hands of me. No protection. No interference. If Bernard comes for us…” He let the sentence hang, unfinished.
I felt a shiver crawl up my spine.
William’s father was powerful—Starlight Production wasn’t just a company, it was an empire. If he wanted to, he could have stopped this. But instead, he was stepping
