Ava's photograph sat on my desk.
Face down.
I couldn't look at it anymore.
Not because it was graphic.
It wasn't.
It was worse.
It showed Ava alive.
Standing outside the old rink.
Looking over her shoulder.
Like she knew someone was watching her.
Like she was afraid.
My stomach twisted.
Because whoever took that picture had been there that night.
Watching.
Waiting.
Knowing.
A knock sounded at my door.
I jumped.
My heart nearly exploded.
Then Kane's voice came through the wood.
"Lena."
Relief flooded me.
I unlocked the door immediately.
Kane entered first.
Rowan right behind him.
Both looked serious.
Very serious.
The moment Rowan saw the photograph on my desk, his face hardened.
"That's her."
I nodded.
My throat suddenly felt tight.
Neither man touched the ph
