Chapter 11

The fluorescent lights in the garage hum like a migraine. My heels click too loud on the concrete as I cross the rows of cars under Silverline’s building, the taste of the day still bitter in my mouth. Mark “protecting” me. Lila smiling as she slid into my seat at the table. Noah staring at his notes while his thoughts weighed my life against his investigation and decided I was expendable—for now. Liability. Variable. She can hate me later. Their words, their thoughts, all of it grinding...