MICHEAL'S POV
I couldn't sit still.
Not at work. Not at home.
Not even with Jess hovering around like some gentle ghost who didn't belong to the room anymore.
That photo burned a hole in my brain.
Ashley. Standing across from a man I didn't know. Her head tilted down, her eyes guarded. His hand on her shoulder.
It was sent to me from an anonymous number. No text. No explanation.
Just the image.
I didn't want to believe it meant anything. But the way she'd been lately…distant, jumpy, always one foot out the door– it made it too easy for my mind to go places it shouldn't.
I needed answers. I couldn't breathe without them anymore.
So I drove down to her place.
I didn't care that it was getting late. I didn't care that she hated people showing up unannounced. I just needed to s
