CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-SIX: YOU WOULD GET YOURSELF KILLED

The door clicked shut behind her, the sound resounding through the room like the toll of a bell, marking a shift Sophie couldn't quite name but could feel deep within her bones. Alone, Sophie felt the full weight of the truth pressing down on her, the air thick and suffocating as the silence settled around her.

Her gaze fell back to the folder in her hands, her knuckles white as she clutched it, caught between the unbearable need to know and the dread of what the contents might reveal. Shane's pain, his vow, the promise he had made—each detail swirled in her mind like a storm, pulling her deeper into a web of secrets that now lay just within reach, dark and foreboding.

She didn't know how long she stood there, her mind a whirl of fear and anger, but one thing was painfully clear: her world was about to change, and there was no turning back.