Chapter 83

Nathan's POV

Normally, I’d love this kind of problem. Peeling back layers. Following the threads. Untangling the mess until the truth finally comes into focus.

But right now, I feel burned out. Like my mind’s frayed at the edges and no amount of logic is going to repair it.

“Let me take a look,” Mason says, already pushing away from his chair. “Grab a drink. Sit down. Let me see what I can find.”

I get up without argument, grabbing a glass from the shelf and settling into a different chair. Mason moves quickly, clicking through files and search histories, scanning everything I’ve been chasing for days.

“You should’ve told me you were digging into this,” he says without looking at me.

“I didn’t want to bring it up until I had answers,” I reply. “You and