HE SENT ME TO PRISON FOR A CRIME I DIDN’T COMMIT

when I make my final move.

I visit Ethan’s office, walking past the stunned receptionist. His door is open. He’s alone, sweating, on the phone with a lawyer.

He slams the phone down when he sees me.

“You did this,” he growls.

“No,” I say, setting a thin envelope on his desk. “You did this. I just made sure the world saw.”

He lunges from his chair, rage continue reading …