The Unread Truth

ROWAN’S POV

Mateo’s jaw tightens. Something moves behind his eyes, a strange hurt that twists my chest in the wrong way. Nonetheless, he steps back and raises both hands, palms out.

“Fine.” He drops the manila envelope at my feet. It hits the floor with a heavy thud. “I’m not taking it back with me. It’s yours. Your truth. Your choice what to do with it.”

He walks to the door and pauses.

“But when