Read it again.
Then again.
Like it might change.
It doesn’t.
“Tell me I’m seeing that wrong,” Trigger says quietly.
Blaze doesn’t answer.
Because he can’t.
Because it’s right there.
Clear.
Undeniable.
“What?”Tessa asks beside me.
No one answers.
And that—
That’s what gets her.
“What is it?” she demands.
I look at her.
And I hate this.
Hate that I have to say it.
But she deserves the truth.
Always.
“Tessa…”
Her stomach drops.
“Who is it?”
I hold her gaze.
“It’s Sheriff Dalton.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Absolute.
“No,” she says immediately.
But I can already see it.
