Chapter 244

LYDIA'S POV

The heavy oak front doors clicked shut behind me, cutting off the humid afternoon air, but the suffocating weight in my chest only grew heavier.

The papers from the manila envelope were still clutched in my hand, the crisp edges crinkling against my trembling fingers. Every word I had read was a drop of acid burning through the last five years of my life.

A mafia kingpin. A calculated