Eliara's POV
The folder lay open on the glass table between them, its contents fanning out like a deck of cursed cards. I stared at the black and white photos of Serena with men in tuxedos, the grainy screenshots of bank transfers, the typed reports with legal stamps from three countries. The weight of it pressed down on my chest.
“Why show me now?” i asked, my voice quiet, almost drowned by the storm outside.
Jasail didn't move. He stood a few feet away, his posture sharp, rigid. “Because Naomi gave you that flash drive. And I knew she’d only tell you half the story.”
“And you think you know the whole truth?”
He looked at me then, his eyes darker than I had ever seen. “No. But I know enough.”
I picked up one of the statements. “You’ve been watching Serena for years.”
“Yes.”
“And A
