My father’s name sat on the file like a punch to the throat and for several seconds I simply stared at it while my brain tried to catch up.
Then anger arrived fast and hot.
I grabbed the folder and marched straight out of Blade’s office.
I found him near the garage talking with Brax and Casey and the second he saw the file in my hand his expression changed.
It wasn’t surprised or recognition. Which somehow made it worse.
“What is this?” I demanded.
The conversation around us died instantly and Blade looked at the folder. Then at me.
“We should talk inside.” He said.
“No.” I said.
The answer came immediately and several members nearby stopped what they were doing. But I didn’t care.
“What the f**k is this?” I asked.
“Storm.” He said exhaling heavily.
The silence stretch
