Amelia
Adam looked different in uniform. The cut of it made him appear taller, sharper, as if he had finally found a role that let him stand in David’s shadow without apology. I spotted him across the corridor, surrounded by officers. He gestured to a map, his voice firm and commanding. My chest tightened. He wasn’t just Jenny’s secret shame anymore. He was fully embedded, David’s man through and through.
I slowed my steps, listening. His voice carried.
“We can use her. Jenny is leverage. She is young, angry, desperate for validation. Richard cannot control her, and Amelia is only making it worse. If we play this right, she becomes our pawn.”
My nails bit into my palms. Jenny’s laugh rang out behind him, too familiar, too smug. She appeared moments later, her hand brushing Adam’s arm w
