Naomi's POV
There was an almost electric silence between us.
I held the envelope tighter, but I didn't break it open. Not yet. My eyes were locked on Raymond's. His face was expressionless, but his fists, clenched tightly in his sides, betrayed him.
"You knew," I repeated, now softly. More of a question that was not to be answered.
He slowly shut the door. Click.
He replied, "I didn't."
Liar
"I was beginning to suspect," he corrected. "But I wasn't certain, Not until that."
He motioned to the box of pictures.
My own hands were shaking. "Did you follow me five years ago?"
"No," he replied, speaking softly. "Those weren't from me. They were anonymously delivered."
I gazed at him, hoping his face would twitch. It did not.
"I got them two days ago," he continued. "That was when I
