CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Wyatt sat at their dining room table, laptop open in front of them. On the screen was a digital copy of the second photograph, and next to the computer was the original.
The second photograph did show Liam holding a cigarette in one hand, as they had suspected, and James did look perilously close to cracking a smile, caught in this moment with Liam, their hands together.
Thomas had found the original in the depths of an archive somewhere, Grayson had said. Unearthed by a friend of a friend who’d had to dig for it, unlabeled and undated. Only their military rank and the long, winding trail of their pay records had made them possible to find.
“Unknown soldiers,” the photograph had been labeled before Grayson and Wyatt found it.
Wyatt stared at them, Liam’s face guarded
