Naomi’s POV
I stared at the email long after Raymond fell asleep.
The photo… It was so ordinary, so real, This is Me, fifteen years maybe, in my school uniform, standing on the steps of Thompson Enterprises.
My smile was small, hesitant. I looked like a girl who hadn’t yet learned to flinch.
Who still had this picture?
And why now all of a sudden?
I didn’t reply, I Just shut the tablet and lay back in the dark, letting the weight of memory settle around me like a quilt I hadn’t asked for till I fell asleep.
……..
The Next Morning, Raymond found me sitting on the patio swing, wrapped in a throw blanket, coffee untouched.
“Good morning, my queen, I see you haven't touched your coffee yet, You okay?”
I handed him the tablet.
He read the email once, Then again. His jaw clenched slig
