Chapter sixteen

Sierra’s POV

I rushed to my room, my mind still spinning from the tension downstairs. I closed the door quietly, my back pressed against it as I tried to catch my breath. What could she have meant?

I made my way over to the desk and flipped open my laptop, determination coursing through me. I needed answers. Victoria had called him Mr. Baker, and even though I knew the name would yield countless results, I felt an inexplicable certainty. Something told me that this man, with his imposing presence and the way he commanded a room, would be easy to find.

With trembling fingers, I typed Mr. Derek Baker into the search bar, my heart pounding as I hit enter. The screen loaded, and my stomach flipped. There he was, his picture splashed across the top of several articles. His face was stern and comma……