Chapter Twenty Four

WINTER

I smile at Olivia like she's a puppy that just peed on an expensive rug. Sweet, but oh so disappointing.

"Actually," I say, turning to the spokesperson with the confidence of someone who just drew a royal flush, "I have evidence to back up my claims."

The room goes so quiet I can hear Olivia's eyelashes batting in panic. Mike shifts in his seat, suddenly looking uncomfortable. The six fake witnesses exchange nervous glances like they're realizing they might have picked the wrong side.

Nath leans forward slightly, and I catch the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

I think back to earlier today when I stepped out of the hotel room for what I thought would be a peaceful stroll around the pool. My new phone was still fresh in my hands, and I'd been excited about testing its camera features. The evening air was warm against my skin, and I felt like I could breathe.

That's when one of my new friends had approached me, her phone clutched in her hands like she was ho