The photograph slipped from Amelia's fingers.
It landed face-up on Damien's desk.
For several seconds, nobody spoke.
Nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
Because the woman in the image was unmistakable.
Maya Collins.
Amelia's best friend.
The woman who had stood beside her through years of grief.
The woman who helped raise Jethro.
The woman she trusted more than anyone.
"No."
Amelia shook her head immediately.
"No."
Her voice grew stronger.
"That's impossible."
Robert Hayes remained silent.
Damien didn't say anything either.
Neither wanted to push her.
Because they understood.
Some betrayals felt too large to accept immediately.
Amelia grabbed the photograph again.
Studied it.
Desperately searching for a mistake.
A flaw.
Anything.
But it was Maya.
There was no denying
