Chapter 54 The Cost Of Truth

• Rain hit the windows softly, like a lullaby trying to calm a storm no one could see.
• Ariana sat cross-legged on the couch, wrapped in one of Damien’s sweaters, reading the same page for the third time. She wasn’t really absorbing the words. Not with her phone buzzing every few minutes. Not with her mind tugged in too many directions.
• The file Cole had sent her sat open on the coffee table. Printed photos. Bank statements. A list of names. People who’d helped Ethan Carter cover his tracks. People who were still hiding in plain sight.