Chapter Sixty-Six

Beckett

Stanton spreads the floor plan on the table like he already knows none of us are going to like what he’s about to say. He taps the marker against the corner, looks at me, then at Harlow, then back at me again because he knows damn well I’m the problem in this scenario.

And he’s right.

My arms are crossed tight over my chest even though I keep telling myself to loosen up. I feel wired, rest