♥ Chloe ♥
I sat quietly in one of the chairs across from Jethro’s desk, and I tried my best not to let my nerves show. But they were there. Crawling under my skin, twisting in my stomach. It was lodged tight behind my ribs. Jethro stood near the window, his back straight, arms crossed, jaw tight. The tension in the room wasn’t just mine anymore. He felt it too. Maybe even more. We didn’t say much as we waited. I sipped water I didn’t want, fidgeted with the edge of my sleeve, and avoided looking at my inbox, which still held the anonymous threat. A threat I knew had come from Michael. A soft knock broke the silence.
“Come in,” Jethro called. Hank stepped inside. Always polished, always serious. But today, even he looked uncomfortable. His eyes flicked from Jethro to me and then down to t
