NATE

I stared at my screen for the umpteenth time, as a sharp hiss escaped my lips.

After the call I received last night, I've been up in front of my laptop, trying not to jump into conclusions.

Or maybe the conclusion was here already, and glaring, but I… was still living in painted denial.

So she knew all along, and agreed to it, to fool me, and still play the victim card?.

“This is insane.” I dipped my fingers in my hair roughly, “I'm definitely getting to the root of this, and ...