Robert’s POV
As I pulled out of the driveway, I couldn't stop thinking about Tessa. I loved her, but I knew I'd messed up. I knew I'd been keeping secrets from her, and I didn't know how to fix things. I was stuck in a mess of my own making, and I wasn't sure how to get out.
I drove down the street, trying to clear my head. But the thoughts kept coming. What was Tessa thinking? How had she found those pictures? And how could I make things right?
When Tessa carried Sophie to the room earlier, I had taken her phone and sent myself copies of the pictures she showed me.
Staring at them now I realize it seems Cynthia was aware of the photos. Almost as if she was the one who hired whoever took them herself as she made glances at the camera in a few shots. I sighed and pushed my leg on the
