"How long were you planning to hide this from me?"
Dante looked up from the papers spread across his desk, and I watched recognition settle over his features the instant he saw what I held clutched in my hand. He didn't ask which photograph. He didn't pretend confusion, didn't reach for some excuse to buy himself time.
"You shouldn't have seen that," he said.
The words landed like a slap. Not I was going to tell you. Not I meant to explain. Just quiet regret that I'd found something he'd never intended to show me at all.
"So this isn't something you forgot to mention." My voice shook with fury I no longer tried to hide. "You deliberately kept it from me."
I crossed the room and dropped the photograph onto his desk, hard enough that it slid across the polished wood before stopping agai
