"No, Justin," Estelle shot back, her tone urgent. "Except what?
Justin didn't speak for another second. Then he exhaled over the phone. "Why are you so set on this, Estelle? You're not just questioning a fall, you're implying something serious. If this gets out, it could blow back hard. The arena, your family, everyone."
Estelle swallowed, her throat dry. "That's exactly why I'm coming to you first," she said, her voice tightening with urgency. "I don't want this getting out unless I'm sure. But I need to know, Justin. I need the truth."
On the other end, she could hear him shift, the faint rustle of movement, like he was pacing or running a hand through his hair.
"I really didn't see anything worth saying. Just tell me what do you want me to do?" he asked finally, the reluctance still there, but softer now.
