Ava’s POV

My breath stopped and I stared at the screen.

I sat on the edge of the bed with my phone clutched in both hands.

The photo still glowed on the screen. That hand reaching for the folder labeled Nicholas Williams—vulnerabilities.

I couldn’t stop staring at it.

My thumb hovered over the image, wondering who sent it.

My stomach twisted so hard I pressed my free hand against it.

I locked my phone and set it face down on the nightstand, then got to my feet. I moved to the door ...