I faintly sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the phone screen long after the call ended. My grip was tight, knuckles turned white, as his words echoed back at me.
What do I want to do next? I didn’t know. Because ruining Elizabeth wasn’t the plan. I just… wanted to threaten her… make distance, wait until everything was over.
So, I lied when I said I didn’t know anything about it. I lied on their faces when I denied it— and when I feign ignorance when she came because I knew damn too well why she was here.
I pulled in a deep breath. My eyes wandered on the brown envelope lying open on my nightstand, its contents spilling onto the surface like a wound torn open. The photographs, glossy and damning, gleaming.
I had sent them.
The same day I told Alicia I would stop supporting my fathe
