KENDRICK
One moment, Yulia was smiling, curled against my side in front of the fireplace. Next, her brows drew together, and a small frown appeared on her face.
I sat up slightly. “What's wrong?”
Before she could answer, the phone lit up again. This time, she went still. I watched her face go into shock as she stared at the screen.
Something tightened in my chest. “What is it?”
“I think…” Her voice came out small. “I think you should see this.” Slowly, she turned the phone toward me. I took the phone from her hand.
The sender was an unknown number. First, it was a text: Enjoying your weekend? Then, another text. This time, a photograph.
My jaw clenched instantly.
It was a photo of her in a dimly lit restaurant, leaning in toward me. The angle was off, making it look more intimate
