LOGINI couldn't move. My father's voice had just filled the room, and the final sentence continued repeating inside my head. Don't let Rhett remember what he did after pulling you out of the water. I slowly turned towards him, searching his face for an explanation, but he had already looked away. His injured arm hung at his side, and his fingers were trembling slightly. Whatever my father had meant, Rhett knew something about it. What did you do? I asked. Rhett didn't answer immediately. His eyes moved towards Ethan, who stood beside the computer with a troubled expression. Then he looked back at me, and I noticed his jaw tightening. Kade, we need to get out of here first. No. I'm tired of running away from questions. My father just warned me about you. He specifically said I shouldn't let you remember something. What happened after you pulled me out of the water? Rhett swallowed. I don't remember everything. That's what you said before. Because it's the truth. I laughed bitterly,
For a moment, nobody moved. The man's words hung in the air, and I felt Rhett's body stiffen in front of me. My eyes remained fixed on the silver ring with the black stone, the same ring I had seen in the photographs hidden inside my father's files. The stranger had just accused Rhett of helping them put me in the water, and the worst part was that Rhett wasn't denying it. His jaw was clenched, his hands curled into fists, and his silence was beginning to feel like another betrayal. I pushed past him. Is it true? Rhett turned towards me, but his eyes kept flickering to the men blocking the entrance. Kade, not now. I don't care about the men. I want an answer. The man wearing the ring chuckled. Still asking questions, Mercer? I thought your father had taught you better than that. I ignored him. Rhett, look at me. Slowly, Rhett turned fully towards me. There was something painful in his expression, something that made my stomach twist before he even spoke. I helped get you out o
I stared at the message on my phone, my thumb hovering over the screen as I tried to decide whether I was being invited into a trap or given the first real opportunity to uncover the truth. Midnight. Come alone. Those three words were simple enough, but the threat behind them made my stomach twist. Someone had found a way to reach Ethan Vale, someone who knew I was searching for him, and someone who wanted to control what happened next. Rhett took the phone from my hand and read the message again. His jaw tightened, and a muscle moved beneath his cheek as he looked at the photograph. He seemed to recognize something about the building behind Ethan, but he said nothing. You're not going, he finally said. I snatched my phone back. You don't get to decide that. Kade, this is obviously a setup. Maybe. But Ethan could be alive. He could be the only person who knows what happened at that camp. And whoever sent that message knows it. That's why they're using him to get to you.
The gun was pointed directly at Rhett's chest. For a moment, nobody moved. I stood behind Rhett, clutching the heavy black file against my ribcage, while Coach Danner held his weapon with both hands. The man who had spent years teaching me discipline, pushing me through exhausting early-morning training sessions, and telling me that talent meant nothing without character was now standing in front of me, threatening to shoot the person I had once considered my greatest rival. I couldn't fathom it. “Coach, lower the gun,” I said, my voice trembling. Danner's eyes flickered briefly toward me before snapping back to Rhett. “Kade, step away from him.” “No.” “This isn't a discussion.” “Then tell me what the hell is happening!” I shouted, the sound echoing off the concrete walls. “You brought us here. You gave us information about my father, and now you're pointing a gun at Rhett? What are you trying to hide?” Danner's jaw tightened. “I'm trying to keep you alive.” I let ou
I couldn’t move. My father’s voice was still coming through the phone, but his words had already lodged themselves inside my head, repeating until they no longer sounded like language. I ordered them to make sure you never remembered what you did to Ethan Vale. My hand began to shake. I tightened my grip on the phone, terrified that if I loosened it, the connection would disappear and leave me alone with a truth I couldn’t understand. “What did I do to him?” I demanded. “Dad, answer me. What happened to Ethan?” A faint rustling came through the speaker, followed by a cough. My father sounded older than I remembered, his voice rough and exhausted, as though every word cost him something. For six years, I had imagined what I would say if I ever heard his voice again. I had imagined shouting at him, demanding to know why he had abandoned us and whether he had ever thought about us while we cried ourselves to sleep, believing he was dead. Instead, all I could ask was what I h
Rhett’s hand tightened around mine. A man stepped into the edge of the flashlight beam, dressed in black, his face hidden beneath a hood. He held something metallic in one hand. Before I could identify it, Rhett pushed my mother behind him and moved forward. The stranger lunged. Rhett shoved me aside as the man swung, and the two of them crashed into the kitchen table. The wooden box fell from beneath my jacket and struck the floor. Its lid sprang open, sending the letter and photograph sliding across the tiles. I dropped to my knees, reaching for them as Rhett fought to keep the stranger away from us. The man struck him across the face, and Rhett stumbled into the counter. Rhett! I grabbed a chair and swung it hard against the attacker’s back. He staggered, giving Rhett enough time to drive him against the wall. For a few seconds, they struggled in the darkness, their movements a blur of elbows, fists, and sharp breaths. Then the stranger broke free and ran through the







