Ally's POV

　　My heart races as I thrust the folder into Elliot's hands, the files crinkling between his strong fingers. The weight of my decision to trust him with this knowledge is tangible. His eyebrows arch, a silent question etched in the lines on his forehead.

　　"Ally, why...?" he starts, but his voice trails off, and I can hear the surprise in his tone, the disbelief that I, of all people, would come to him after everything.

　　I shrug, my shoulders ...