Bridget's POV:
Ryan clung to the doorframe for dear life, but Xavier still threw him right out anyway.
Only when silence settled back over the room did my muscles finally unclench, a faint wave of relief slowly seeping into my body.
Most of my bitter anger had already burned itself out.
What truly hurt—the thing that twisted painfully in my chest—was thinking about the girl I used to be, and how much she had suffered for no reason at all.
Xavier pulled me close, his voice soft as he tried to calm me down.
"It's okay," he said gently, one hand steady on my back. "I'll clear your name no matter what. Does he really think a random account proves anything?"
His tone sharpened with resolve as he continued.
"I know what to do. I'll trace everything—find out exactly
