Zoey’s pov
I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Christian standing across from me in his office, his expression unreadable while I held those files in my shaking hands.
“I was trying to protect you.”
The words should have comforted me, instead, they had followed me home like a shadow. Protect me from what? That question had been circling endlessly in my head since yesterday.
From Adrian? From the scandal? Or from something far worse that I still couldn’t see clearly yet?
Rain tapped softly against my apartment windows while gray morning light spread across the kitchen. My untouched coffee sat beside my laptop, slowly growing cold as old media clips played quietly across the screen.
I wasn’t even sure why I kept watching them anymore. Maybe because if I stopped moving, s
