Chapter 17 Chapter Seventeen: The Stairwell

KNOX

You don't know what his father paid for.

The words hit me the way Kincaid did on Tuesday. Blind side. No time to brace.

In my head, there's a locker room three years ago. My father's hand on the back of my neck. An envelope on the bench between us.

Wren's mother is looking at me like she ...

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