Naomi's POV

Three days have passed.

Seventy-two hours since Samuel Knox handed me a lifeline dressed as leverage.

I hadn't called him, and I hadn't burned the folder either.

But I have done something worse-something no one expected of me.

I used it to build a stage.

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On Thursday morning, I called an emergency strategy session at The Haven.

Raymond, Leona, Beatrice, Kendra, and even Rachel sat around the conference table. Not one of them knew exactly what I had planned, but ...