"But the deadline…" I tried to protest, but Tye cut me off.
"Is our problem, not yours. We'll figure something out. We always do."
As he said that, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. They are in a big mess, and one thing that could easily go away was locked in my phone. "What if there is no other way?"
"Then we face the consequences. But we don't put that on you. Not like this."
I looked down at my phone again, at all the evidence stored in its memory. Evidence that would destroy my brother. Evidence that could save everyone I cared about.
"So, no," Tye continued, his voice firm but kind. "There's no pressure, Princess. Not from me. The information is yours. The choice is yours. Whatever you decide to do with what's on that phone, we'll deal with the fallout. Together."
"Together," I whispered, testing the word.
"Together," he confirmed. "You're not alone in this, Helena. Whatever you choose, I've got your back. We all do."
