“No more secret man nonsense. If this involves me, I’m not being treated like a mushroom.”
“A mushroom?” Beth said.
“Kept in the dark.”
“That was upsettingly fast,” I said.
Harlow ignored me and grabbed one of the pages with her good hand. Her eyes scanned it, then narrowed.
“My name isn’t on here.”
“That should comfort you,” Cassidy said.
“It doesn’t.”
I took the page back and looked harder. She was right. Her name wasn’t listed once. Neither was mine.
But The Spoke was.
And roads into town.
And rotating brothers.
And times that started this afternoon.
I knew Ridge well enough to know what hidden fear looked like when he dressed it up as control.
This was it.
Cassidy looked at me.
“You okay?”
“No.”
“Pregnancy no or Ridge no?”
“Ridge no.”
“Worse category.”
I closed the
