Chapter 12 Echoes Behind the Stage

Marc - POV

The crowd screamed behind the curtains-thousands of voices chanting our names like some kind of worship. But it all felt like static. Noise. Nothing could drown out the thundering echo of Rosalie's message ringing in my mind: "We need to talk. Now. It's about Maurice."

I stared at the screen like it had just cut my chest open. My finge