Echo.

The weight of Don's words hung heavily in the air even after he left, a cloud of unease settling over me. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to take action, to kick him out any which way I can muster before his sinister plans could wreak havoc. But the path before me was treacherous, filled with uncertainty and risks that I couldn't afford to ignore.

Noah's probing eyes caught me off guard, his suspicion like a spotlight shining on my inner turmoil. "Hey, Easter," he questioned, his brow furrowed, "I’ve been meaning to ask, why haven't we turned in the information on Don yet? Seems like its...