POV: Ian Greco

The press conference played on my laptop screen for the third time.

I sat in the cheap motel room I'd secured two towns over, watching my sister systematically dismantle three years of careful work. Every manipulation technique exposed. Every target identified. Every manipulation tactic laid bare for the world to analyze and defend against.

She'd betrayed me. My own sister, the one person I'd trusted to understand that sentiment was weakness and strategy was everything, had ...