First message
The Denver heat hits me hard, but nothing stings half as much as seeing Wyatt again. I know exactly what he thinks happened—he’s carried that grudge for years, and I don’t blame him one bit.
I didn’t steal that contract. My dad owed dangerous people; they told me if I didn’t hand it over, they’d hurt you. I left to keep you safe, not to stab you in the back. I couldn’t tell you then—it would’ve only made things worse. I’ve spent every day since trying to fix the mess they made and clear my name.
Why now? Because they’re finally gone for good. There’s nothing left to hide from, and I couldn’t stay away another second. I’m done running from us. ‘After all this time… would you even be willing to hear me out properly?