Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Name
Nobody spoke after the video ended.
The laptop screen glowed faintly in the dark office while rain tapped softly against the broken window nearby.
Nolan stood completely motionless beside the desk.
Too motionless.
Kylie watched tension spread through his body slowly, violently, like he was holding himself together by sheer force.
His hand remained wrapped around hers.
But barely.
Like instinct alone kept him anchored there.
“Nolan,” she whispered carefully.
No response.
Wyatt stepped forward cautiously. “Boss.”
Still nothing.
Kylie’s chest tightened painfully.
Because this wasn’t grief anymore.
This was rage.
Cold enough to terrify her.
Nolan stared at the frozen black laptop screen for several long seconds before finally speaking.
“She knew
