The beachfront condo had always felt too open. Too much glass. Too much sky. The ocean stretched wide and indifferent beyond the balcony, waves folding into themselves like nothing in the world had shifted.
Inside, everything had.
The front door barely shut before Henry started.
“This is insane,” he said, pacing. “This is actually insane. How does that happen? How do they just say it like that and then everyone claps him on the back like he won something?”
“They didn’t clap,” Ward said evenly.
“You know what I mean.”
Soren laughed, sharp and humorless. “No, he’s right. They might as well have. Did you see the way that reporter smiled? They love this. False accusation sells.”
“It wasn’t false,” Henry snapped.
“I know that.”
“Then don’t talk like that.”
Quinn stepped between them b
