Draven had been standing there long enough to catch most of what went down. But Draven couldn't wrap his head around why Webster was so convinced those test results were legit, or what made Sallie drop such a bombshell.
Webster looked completely out of it, taking forever to even register who was standing right in front of him.
"Draven." His voice came out raw, like he was barely holding back tears.
Something clicked in his brain, and he lunged forward, grabbing Draven's hand with desperate fingers. "Draven, you've been digging into Sallie's time at St. Chaim Reform Academy. Did you turn up anything?
"Is that why she despises me so much? Because of whatever happened during that time?" His voice shook, his grip trembling against Draven's skin. "I know this is all on me. I messed up beyond repair.
"Just tell me what she endured, and I'll put myself through the same hell—far worse if that's what it takes for her to forgive me."
