"When... When did you find out?" Adam stammered, his eyes wide and trembling in their sockets. Behind the shock, I could see the raw sadness and deep-seated pain he’d been hiding for my sake all these years.

"A while now," I replied softly.

"Tay— Micah's father was responsible for... for Dad and Mum's death?" he asked again, his voice cracking as a single tear escaped and slipped freely down his cheek.

"Yes. And you marrying Angelina is our cleanest tactical entry point," I began, watching his chest heave. "Through Mr. Bianchi—who is close to Taylor and knows every single one of his secondary hideouts—we can trap him."

I stopped. Adam...