Chapter 8

Nolan's POV The phone felt heavy in his hand. The screen was bright. The text messages were clearly displayed in little green and gray bubbles. Nolan stared at the screen. His mouth felt incredibly dry. He remembered typing these words. He remembered sitting in his car late at night, or hiding in his office during his lunch break. But seeing them all gathered together in one long thread was different. Together, the messages said far more than any one complaint had. He scrolled back to...