Chapter 16The text glowed on my screen with an ultimatum that stopped my breath: midnight at the bakery, or my mom gets the photos. I read it three times, but my hands didn't shake—they went cold and still, like they belonged to someone else entirely. I didn't reply, and I didn't delete it; I just stood there with my bedroom door locked, Lily asleep down the hall, and Rook in the room across from mine pretending we were following the judge's rules."Rook," I called out, my voice steady—too steady, even to my own ears. He was at my door in five seconds, his expression already tight with concern. "What. What happened," he demanded, and I opened the door to hold out my phone without a word. He read the text, and his face didn't change at first, but then his jaw went tight and a muscle jumped in his cheek. "No," he said flatly, but I shook my head. "It's not a choice," I told him. "If I don't go, my mom gets those photos. If I do go, I get them. Or worse.""You're not going alone," he
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