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Garrison and Mitchell Knight.
A boy and his grandfather.
A sport they loved together.
This was a dream that started long before Mitchell had enough money to make it real. The Carolina Rovers weren't an investment Mitchell expected to make him richer.
They mattered because of his grandfather.
And when something matters to Mitchell Knight, he goes all in.
Money.
Time.
Resources.
Loyalty.
His heart.
My throat tightens.
His fucking heart.
I reach for the pages.
Carolina says nothing. Neither do Dani or Annabeth.
I read the first paragraph.
Then the second.
The words feel different now.
Incomplete.
Because I finally know the story.
Not the story Myrna wanted me to find. Not the story some tabloid asshole manufactured.
The real one.
The human one.
Who is Mitchell Knight?
Not a saint.
Not a villain.
Not an untouchable billionaire who deserves worship because he has money.
Not a monster who deserves condemnation because he has too much of it.
He’s a man.
Complicated.
