Amelia couldn't breathe.
The photograph slipped from her fingers.
It fluttered to the floor.
Neither of them looked away from it.
Jethro.
Her son.
Her entire world.
Someone had been watching him.
Following him.
Taking pictures.
A cold wave of terror rushed through her body.
"No..."
The word came out as a whisper.
Barely audible.
"No, no, no..."
Her knees weakened.
Damien caught her arm before she could stumble.
The contact lasted only a second.
But Amelia jerked away immediately.
Her eyes never left the photograph.
The picture had been taken outside Jethro's school.
She recognized the blue gate behind him.
Recognized the backpack hanging from his shoulder.
Recognized the smile on his face.
A smile that suddenly felt heartbreakingly vulnerable.
Someone had been clos
