Lynn's POV

"You'll work it out with him." Erikson leans against the doorframe, that insufferable grin playing on his lips. "Once you know the truth—"

"There's no truth that matters." I shove my files into my bag harder than necessary. "The damage is done."

"Lynn—"

"Don't." I zip the bag with sharp finality. "I'm not having this conversation."

He shifts his weight, and that grin widens into something infuriatingly smug. "Look, I'm just saying... Grayson's ...