Sophia's POV
Richard Black was smiling.
That was the detail that broke something open in the room. Not the threat. Not Mrs. Park standing beside Diana with the calm of someone who had finished a job well. The smile.
A man whose sons believed he had been controlled, manipulated, removed from his own life by a woman he had never stopped loving. Standing there. Smiling for the camera.
I looked at Damien's face.
He was looking at the photograph the way you look at a wound you didn't know you had until someone pointed at it.
"He's not a hostage," Dominic said quietly. "He's a participant."
"Maybe he's performing," Remy said. "Maybe she's making him smile."
"Look at his eyes," Zane said. He had already enhanced the image on his screen, sharpened it, pulled it apart pixel by pixel the way
