Marlowe
I ended up at Nova's place without fully deciding to go there, some old instinct steering me toward the one person who'd never once, in this entire complicated story, told me my feelings were inconvenient or poorly timed.
She took one look at my face and pulled me inside without asking questions first, settling me at her kitchen table with a cup of tea I didn't particularly want but appreciated the gesture of anyway.
"Okay," she said, once I'd finally caught my breath enough to actually speak. "Start wherever makes sense. I can tell this is a considerably bigger deal than your usual garage stress."
I told her everything — the tape, Silas's confirmed suspicion, Bear's decades-old guilt, King's caution about pursuing Whitfield too quickly — and watched her expression shift throug
