Hailey

My fingers clamped around the small plastic drive, the edges digging into my skin as Valarie leaned in closer, her breath smelling faintly of peppermint and anxiety.

"Take it and go, Hailey," she whispered, her eyes darting toward the crowd. "Before he sees us together."

"David is already here," I said, my voice tight as I felt the weight of the phone in my other hand. I didn't need to look at the screen to know Evans was moving. I could feel the shift in the room, that heavy, pressurized air that always followed David Wilson like a storm front.

Valarie paled, her gaze snapping toward the main entrance....