hawk.
Now, in Mr. Harrow’s office, I opened my email and pulled up the originals.
Still there.
Time stamps.
Headers.
Brandon’s full account.
Mr. Harrow gave one sharp nod. “Good.”
“Dad, why did you still let me marry him?” The question came out rougher than I meant.
He didn’t flinch.
“Because you were determined. Because I had suspicion, not enough proof to continue reading …
