Chapter 4

The sharp knock at my door came just after midnight. I hadn't been sleeping—sleep was a luxury I rarely indulged in these days. Instead, I'd been staring at the app dashboard, watching Nathan's heart rate fluctuate as he recovered in the hospital. Three days since his collapse, and the media circus showed no signs of slowing down.

I opened the door to find no one there. Just a thick manila envelope on the floor, unmarked except for my name scrawled across the front in hasty block letters.

Back in my living room, I tore it open, expecting another tabloid ambush…