“You’re lying.”
“I wish I were.”
He took a breath.
“In 2014, Ryan vanished from witness protection.”
My knees weakened.
“What?”
“No one knew whether he ran or was taken.”
“And the locket?”
Christopher touched it.
“He gave it to me.”
“Why?”
“Because I helped him escape my father.”
The room became silent.
I stared at Christopher Bennett, the arrogant billionaire I had been bathing and feeding for weeks.
“You saved him?”
“He saved me first.”
Christopher looked down.
“In 2010, my father discovered I had copied financial records. He planned to send me away.”
“Send you where?”
“Somewhere I wouldn’t come back from.”
I felt cold.
“Ryan found out.”
Christopher smiled sadly.
“He put me in a truck and drove me across three states. He risked his life for me.”
