Grayson turned back to Dr. Russo as his hand trembled while he signed the confession, his signature a shaky scrawl beneath the damning paragraphs detailing Morgan's scheme. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his complexion had gone from flushed to ashen as the full implications of his actions settled over him.

"There," he said, sliding the document across the desk. "It's all there. Everything she asked me to do."

Nate picked up the pages, scanning them quickly before passing them to Grayson. ...