Alexander's POV

I couldn't leave the conference room after Lily walked out.

I just sat there in the empty space staring at the chair where she'd delivered her statement with shaking hands and a voice that barely held steady.

She'd been nineteen years old and in love with someone who'd used her.

Just like I'd used her yesterday when she'd cried in my arms and I'd promised to help her.

The parallel made me sick.

I pulled out my phone and opened the article I'd leaked, looking at her mugshot ...