~~Damon~~
My head feels like it’s about to explode.
No—scratch that. It’s already in pieces, shattered across the room, and I’m just standing here, breathing through the wreckage.
Shantelle?
No.
That doesn’t make sense.
Shantelle has been by my side for years. She’s the most loyal person I know. She’s my private investigator, my friend, the one person I trust to handle my dirt without ever asking questions. She’s the one who’s had my back through all the bullshït, who has kept my secrets locked away like they were her own.
Shantelle wouldn’t do this.
She wouldn’t sell my family out.
She couldn't have crawled to Caleb Cavendish and fed him the very information we all agreed to bury.
Could she?
“I’m finding this quite difficult to accept,” I say, more to myself than to Claire. My
