(Hailey’s Pov)

I scramble into the bedroom, my breath coming in short, jagged gasps that hurt my throat. My heart is pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird trying to break free.

My fingers feel clumsy and cold as I reach for my purse on the velvet vanity chair. The flash drive is a small, hard weight in my palm. A piece of silver metal that holds the dark truth of Matteo’s life. I shove it deep into the hidden pocket of my purse and zip it shut just as the heavy mahogany door swings ...