CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
REED’S POV
SICK WITH WORRY
I am so f*****g close to losing my mind that it is no longer a figure of speech but a very real, very present edge I am teetering on. The news hits me like a punch to the gut, leaving me standing there trying to process how everything could have escalated this fast without me being able to stop it.
She is getting married this Saturday.
This Saturday.
The words keep replaying in my head, louder each time, like my brain is trying to force me to accept something I refuse to believe. What about the plan with the FBI? What about everything we had set in motion, every risk she took, every piece of evidence she trusted me with? Did she think I would just let it fall apart? Did she think I would not see it through?
Or worse, did she not trust m
