My Family Expected Me To Take The Fall—They Didn’t Know What I’d Found

tears—those had run out years ago—but from something harder.

I leaned back, pretending to shrink.

“I need twenty-four hours,” I whispered.

“For what?”

“To think. To get used to the idea. Please.”

He watched me. I dropped my gaze, let my shoulders curl inward, allowed my fingers to shake. It wasn’t hard; adrenaline was flooding my system.

“Fine,” he said.continue reading …