تسجيل الدخولPOV: EvelynBy the time I get home, every light in the house is on.Kitchen lights. Living room lights. Hallway lights upstairs.For one horrible second, panic punches straight through my chest so fast I nearly drop my keys trying to unlock the front door properly.“Toby?”I shove the door open immediately and freeze.Malachi is sitting on my kitchen counter eating cereal directly out of the box like he pays bills here. Toby is beside him in dinosaur pajamas again, talking so seriously about sharks that neither of them even notices I almost had a heart attack walking in.Then Toby sees me first.“Mommy!”The panic leaves my body so fast it almost makes me dizzy. He jumps off the counter immediately and runs toward me while I crouch automatically and pull him into my arms harder than necessary.Malachi notices instantly.“That bad?”I stand slowly with Toby still against me.“You left every light in the house on.”Toby gasps dramatically against my shoulder.“We were surviving.”“You w
POV: EvelynBy the time I leave Nina’s apartment, my head feels like somebody took a hammer to it repeatedly for entertainment.Too much information.Too many moving pieces and people suddenly admitting things they should’ve admitted months ago before my life turned into a public relations hostage situation.The elevator ride down feels suffocatingly quiet and for the first time all night, I finally check my phone properly.Big mistake.Thirty-two missed calls.Seventeen emails.Three voicemail and unfortunately, Arthur’s name is sitting right at the top of all of it like a disease refusing to die.I stare at the screen for a second before shoving the phone back into my bag aggressively.Absolutely not.I’m too exhausted to deal with him tonight.Unfortunately the universe apparently hates me because the second I reach my car, the phone starts ringing again.Arthur.Of course. I ignore it immediately and unlock the car instead but before I can even open the door, another call comes th
POV: EvelynNina is sitting too close beside me on the couch, like she’s afraid if she moves even slightly I’ll disappear into another spiral. Rebecca is standing near the window with her arms folded, watching the street below like she expects someone to show up and set the entire building on fire just to prove a point.Honestly, at this rate, I wouldn’t even be surprised.I drag a hand through my hair and try to slow my breathing because my chest still hasn’t fully caught up with what I read.They didn’t just leak me. They turned my reactions into data points and strategy notes like I was just another risk to manage instead of a person who actually lived through everything they wrote about.“I need a minute,” I say quietly.Nina nods immediately like she’s been waiting for permission to agree.“Okay,” she says softly. “Take as long as you need.”Rebecca doesn’t say anything at first, which is somehow worse because she’s always the one who speaks when things get uncomfortable. Instead
POV: EvelynI don’t realize how deep into this mess I already am until Rebecca opens the first file.The moment the document appears on the screen between us, something in the room changes immediately. Nina shifts beside me and Rebecca’s entire expression hardens into something colder and more focused than I’ve ever seen from her before.“These are internal transfer reports,” Rebecca says calmly while turning the laptop slightly toward me. “Most of them were hidden inside redevelopment expense chains.”I stare at the numbers for a second before blinking harder.Because there are a lot of numbers.Too many numbers.“This can’t be real.”“It is.”Nina leans slightly closer beside me while Rebecca scrolls slowly through pages and pages of transactions tied to fake outreach projects, abandoned construction plans and community grants that apparently never existed outside spreadsheets.Jesus Christ.“She moved all this without triggering investigations?” I ask.Rebecca nods once.“Samantha
POV: EvelynI should’ve gone home after the whole thing with Nina but stead, I’m sitting in my car outside Nina’s apartment building twenty minutes later questioning every life decision that led me here.This is exactly how horror movies start.One emotional conversation and suddenly you’re voluntarily walking into another bad situation because apparently trauma removed your survival instincts completely.My phone buzzes again in the cupholder.Malachi.I answer immediately.“What.”“You sound emotionally unstable.”“I am emotionally unstable.”“That’s fair.” There’s a pause. “Where are you?”I stare up at Nina’s building.“Making poor choices.”“…Evelyn.”“I’m meeting Rebecca.”Dead silence.Then, “Absolutely not.”“I already agreed.”“You agreed to meet the woman who helped manipulate your life for months?”“When you say it like that, it sounds dramatic.”“Because it IS dramatic.”I lean back against the seat tiredly.“She has information.”“So does the FBI. Doesn’t mean you invite
POV: EvelynNina still hasn’t let go of my wrist. She held on with just enough force to stop me from walking away and honestly, I should pull free. I should leave her standing here in this parking garage with all her secrets and guilt and complicated feelings because right now, I genuinely don’t know what hurts more.The fact that she lied or the fact that I understand why.“You have five minutes,” I say finally.Nina exhales shakily like she’s been holding her breath this entire time.“Okay.”Her voice cracks slightly on the word and that immediately pisses me off because I do not want to feel bad for her right now.Unfortunately my emotions have apparently stopped respecting me lately. I pull my wrist out of her grip slowly this time and cross my arms instead.“Talk.”Nina wipes quickly at her face before she can actually start crying and Jesus Christ, she looks terrible. Mascara smudged slightly beneath her eyes. Hair messy and exhausted… She looked horrid.“You weren’t supposed to







