My blood went cold.
The room tilted for just a second before I forced myself steady.
"That's what I thought," William said, reading my silence like a book. "You don't have anything to say. Because you know I'm right. I hold all the cards here, son. All of them."
He turned and walked toward the door, pausing at the threshold.
"End it with the girl," he said without looking back. "Or I'll end it for you. And trust me—my way will be much messier."
The door closed behind him with a soft click.
For a second—just a second—I couldn't breathe.
My chest constricted, tight and painful, like someone had wrapped barbed wire around my lungs. Sweat beaded at my temples. My hands shook.
That memory. That f*****g memory I'd buried so deep I'd almost convinced myself it wasn't real.
It came crashi
