Chapter 4

The pounding on my door came just as I finished picking up the last of Mya's mess. I'd barely had time to gather the scattered papers and broken picture frames when the commotion started.

"Ezra! Open up!" Kaleb's voice, commanding and concerned, echoed through my apartment.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself before unlocking the door.

Kaleb burst in, followed by three coworkers—Marcus Thompson, Janet Lee, and Wilson. Their expressions ranged from concern to suspicion as they took in the scene: Mya sitting on my couch, her face streaked with tears, while I stood calmly holding a box of…