Naomi's POV

I read the letter three more times before I locked it in the bottom drawer of my desk.

Not because I was afraid of it.

But because I didn't want it where I could see it every time I looked up, it won't make my day worse.

It had already gotten under my skin, I could feel it tightening around my chest like a rope.

Someone didn't want Sanborn to rise.

And that someone had been watching closely.

The next morning, I made a list. Not names. Not contacts. Just a single ...