Emma Watson
I stared at the photograph in my hands, my fingers trembling.
Ray’s face stared back at me, younger but unmistakably him. His jaw was sharp, his eyes held the same intensity—but there was something different. A darkness. A cold, calculated expression that sent chills down my spine.
And next to him?
Benita.
Their hands were clasped, their gazes locked like the world around them didn’t exist.
My stomach twisted.
“You’re lying,” I whispered, shoving the picture back at her. “This doesn’t mean anything.”
Benita chuckled, a slow, deliberate sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Oh, Emma. You’re in denial. That’s adorable.”
I clenched my fists. “I don’t believe you.”
Her smile widened. “You don’t have to. But the truth doesn’t change just because you re
