Elena’s pov

I locked my phone after the fourth headline and left it face down on my desk. It lasted maybe thirty seconds.

I picked it up again.

Another notification was waiting.

A new article. Another replay of Caleb standing outside the team facility, jaw tight and voice sharper than anyone was used to hearing from him.

I had already watched the clip twice.

I knew exactly what he said. I also knew exactly what the media was going to do with it.

What started as a question about ...