DAXTON POV
I didn't want to be here.
If it were up to me, I’d handle this shitstorm on my own. Or with Henry. But after everything Maria had told us that morning, after the pictures and the phone call, I knew we were past the point of handling it alone.
Sherry was insane, that much we already knew. But this? This was next-level psychotic.
First, she called Maria, trying to rattle her, spewing some delusional nonsense that had left her shaken. Then, right after, Henry and I finally told Maria about the pictures. Some anonymous asshole had sent them to us—one of her with Sam, another with James. At first glance, it looked bad. Real bad. But I knew Maria. I knew her body, her tells, every single one of her reactions. Those pictures weren’t real.
Maria had been baffled, her mouth
