Sophia
Noah sat down slowly across from me, the same table where he'd almost told me the truth just over a week ago, before Mr. Dawson's interruption had bought him one more brief reprieve. This time, there was nowhere left to hide.
"My full name is Nathaniel Hargrove," he began, his voice steady despite the tension radiating off him. "Richard Hargrove is my father. Hargrove Holdings is his company. The company buying out this block."
I already knew, on some level, that this was coming. I'd known for weeks, really, piecing together fragments I'd been too afraid to fully assemble. Hearing him actually say it out loud, though, landed with a different kind of weight entirely, cold and absolute in a way that suspicion alone had never quite managed to be.
"So the delivery job," I said slowl
