I try zooming more. Useless. The pixels turn to mush.
She’s getting closer to something. That much is obvious from the sheer volume of material on that board and the way she keeps going back to it, connecting pieces, reorganizing. She’s building a case. That’s what reporters do, and Jillian is a very good reporter.
What’s incredibly f****d-up is that part of me wants her to find it all. I want her to blow the lid off everything Lukas has built and burn it all to the ground with him standing in the middle of it.
But there’s another part of me that remembers I’m still his son. The empire she’s trying to dismantle has my name on it, too. And, problematically, hating Lukas and wanting to protect him from Jillian aren’t opposites. They’re the opposite of opposites; they’re the same twisted t
