Kaia pushed the door open and stopped cold.

Files everywhere. Her eyes dropped to the floor — shattered phone, pieces scattered wide, the wreckage almost violent in how complete it was.

Jeremy was still breathing hard.

His expression was guted, his entire body wound so tight he looked ready to snap at the slightest touch.

Kaia hesitated, then stepped forward and laid a hand on his shoulder — just a gentle touch, meant to comfort. He ...