Rachel Steele Gavin Fix ❲PRO · 2025❳

“You’ve been digging,” Rachel said without preamble.

“You’re a monster,” he whispered.

“I had to,” he replied, hands in his pockets. “You think I wanted to find out you kept a backup of those emails? That you’ve been using them as insurance all along?” rachel steele gavin

Rachel laughed—a dry, brittle sound. “Insurance? Gavin, I built you. When you were a nobody state rep with a DUI and a dying campaign, who gave you the playbook? Who wiped the slate clean, not once, not twice, but a dozen times? Those emails aren’t insurance. They’re proof of my loyalty.”

Rachel smiled. It was the smile of a woman who had already played every move on the board. “You’ve been digging,” Rachel said without preamble

As her silhouette faded toward the Capitol, Gavin stood alone beneath the marble gaze of Abraham Lincoln. He pulled out his phone, scrolled past the encrypted text he’d sent himself—the one that had started it all—and opened a new message to a reporter he’d sworn he’d never call.

“And if I don’t?”

“No,” Rachel said, turning to walk away into the gray morning. “I’m a survivor. There’s a difference.”