“Goodnight, Olivia.”
“Goodnight, Carter.”
She slides into her car, and I watch her drive away, taillights disappearing down the ramp.
When she’s gone, I lean back against the concrete wall and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
Everything just changed.
And for the first time in my life, I have no idea what happens next.
But I can’t wait to find out.
Chapter Eleven
Olivia
Seventeen missed calls wait for me in the dim glow of my phone. Sleep slips away in an instant. Fear settles in its place.
My phone buzzes again, the screen lighting up the dark bedroom. I squint at the brightness, heart already racing.
Mark Davidson - 6 missed calls
Ralph - 3 missed calls
Unknown Number - 8 missed calls
And a string of texts that make my stomach drop:
Mark:Call me. NOW.
Mark:Olivia, this is urgent.
Mark:We have a situation.
I sit up, fumbling for the lamp. It’s four in the morning. Nothing good happens at four in the morning.
My fingers shake as I call Mark back.
He answers on the first ring. “Where the hell have you been?”
“Sleeping. Mark, what’s—”
“Check your email. Now.”
I pull the phone away from my ear, opening my email app with trembling fingers. The first message is from Mark, subject line: URGENT - PHOTO LEAK.
I click it.
The email contains a single attachment. A photo.
And when I open it, the world tilts.
It’s me and Carter in the parking garage. His hands on my face. My hands in his shirt. Kissing. The angle’s from above, probably security camera footage, and it’s grainy, but there’s no mistaking what’s happening.
No mistakingwhowe are.
“Olivia?” Mark’s voice cuts through the static in my head. “You still there?”
