KANE'S POV
I stared at the photo for too long.
The edges of the image blurred the more I looked. It was old, grainy… but unmistakable. Her face. That same tilt of the smile. Same look in her eyes. And beside her?
Ross.
They weren’t standing awkwardly. No. They stood very close to each other, the familiar kind.
My jaw clenched as Abigail went on about timelines, "possibly six years ago, during—" I waved her off. I didn’t need details. Not now.
I couldn’t breathe in my office anymore, so I left. Drove home with one hand gripping the steering wheel like it owed me answers.
I needed to see her. To ask her questions because this whole thing was getting out of hand and I didn't know how to stop it.
But when I got home, pride gripped me by the throat. I walked right past her room like she
