MELISSA’S POV

“This can’t be true,” I muttered to myself, pacing the room, though the evidence was right in front of me. The truth was very clear, so sharp it cut me even as I tried to deny it. No matter how I twisted it in my head, no matter how much I wanted to bury it under excuses, there was only one undeniable fact: this could not have gotten to me if not through Marco.

My phone buzzed violently in my hand, pulling me out of my spiral of thoughts. A vibration. A notification. My ...