Page 103 of Second Sin

And I let him.

Because I can’t breathe.

Because what choice do I have?

And Olivia is left standing there in the wreckage.

Watching me go.

Again.

CHAPTER 39

Ibarely hear a damn thing after the door shuts.

Coach is barking—loud, pissed, arms swinging like he can beat the answers out of the air. PR’s already here. Suits. Tense shoulders. Rapid-fire words.

"Press embargo."

"Get ahead of it."

"Statement tomorrow."

I don’t move. Just lean back against the wall like maybe it’ll hold me up better than I can.

All I see is her.

Olivia.

The second that kid started talking, her whole face changed. Not shock.

Worse.

Disbelief. Not like she didn’t believe the kid, like she couldn’t believe I would do something like that.

The door cracks open. A fresh wave of noise slams in—flashes popping, voices barking, someone yelling for Coach at the end of the hall.

Kane slips in and shuts it fast. Leans back against it like he’s holding the world out with his spine.

His jaw’s clenched. His eyes find mine, and they stay there. Watching. Calculating.

PR keeps talking—some guy from corporate now, clipboard in hand, throwing around phrases like “controlled narrative” and “mitigation strategy” like any of this is still salvageable.

Coach doesn’t even look at them.

His focus’s on me.

“Don’t bullshit me—how much of that kid’s story holds water?”

I don’t answer.

“Who was he?”

Nothing.

"You think this goes away if you keep your mouth shut?"

Still nothing.

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