Chapter 82 ✮⋆˙ 82 ˙⋆✮

I had spent my life being told truth would set me free, but every truth I found seemed to put another weapon in someone’s hand.

The folded paper lay on the table between us with my mother’s name, Daniel Maddox’s name, and Matteo Varra’s name written beneath the lockmark. Three names. One symbol. A ...