The situation spiraled out of control.
Jocelyn Griffin stood by her seat, her hand gripped tightly on the edge of the table, as if doing so could dispel her inner fear.
For things to escalate to this point, if she still couldn't see that someone was targeting her, those twenty-plus years of life would have been wasted.
But who could it be?
Suddenly, a memory surfaced — Owen Moreland's gaze when she visited Amelia Clarke's hospital room at the beginning of August.
Behind that composed, refined facade lingered a trace of malice...
Jocelyn's heart sank, and her body unknowingly staggered backward, nearly collapsing into her chair.
If Owen Moreland had planned this move at such a critical moment, it meant he intended to sever her retreat...
Could it be… that he had already uncovered her sabotage of Mason Carter?