Sloane’s POV
Mr. and Mrs. Lawson visited me at work, saying their daughter wanted to see me. She has something to confess, and for whatever reason, she has decided I’m the person who needed to hear it.
I don’t particularly care what Judy has to say. Whatever comes out of her mouth won’t change what she has done to me, and I have no intention of giving her the satisfaction of believing she can summon me whenever she pleases.
Yet here I am, sitting in a security room at the warehouse with Xavier beside me, asking me why I didn’t call him first.
I did think of him first, actually, but then I also found myself thinking, why? Why would I rush to call him when my plan was to leave? I spent far too long arguing with myself and Zia about whether we should rely on his protection. Eventually, sh
