MELISSA’S POV

The cab ride felt like it took forever, though in reality it was barely twenty minutes. The whole time, my heart was in my throat. My palms were slick with sweat, clutching my phone so tight I thought I might crack it. The evidence Davis had sent me was right there—photos, files, the truth that proved everything. Finally, I had something solid to show Xavier.

And in my head, I kept replaying how it would go.

He’d open the door, see me standing there, and I’d ...