Hailey’s POV
The moment I stepped out of the building, my chest still tight from the encounter upstairs, I knew the day wasn’t done with me yet.
The city looked the same—cars rushing by, horns blaring, people lost in their own lives—but something felt off. The kind of wrong that settled deep in your bones and refused to leave.
I slid into the passenger seat of the car, fastening my seat belt with slightly trembling fingers. Roy was already behind the wheel, his jaw clenched, eyes sharp as he checked the mirrors.
“You okay?” he asked for the second time that day.
“I will be,” I replied. “Just drive.”
The engine roared to life, and we pulled into traffic.
For a few minutes, everything was normal. Too normal. I stared out the window, replaying Brighton’s smug smile and Vanessa’s cold,
