Damien's POV
"Show me the photo," I said.
Elara handed me the phone without argument. I looked at it for a long moment. The beach. Our backs. The angle meant distance, maybe two hundred meters, taken with something better than a phone camera. Patient. Deliberate. Someone who knew how to wait.
I set the phone on the table and picked up my coffee.
Elara sat across from me with both hands around her cup watching my face. She had woken up the same way she always did, quietly and all at once, and she had not asked me how I was feeling about it which was one of the things I loved most about her.
"You are not surprised," she said.
"Walsh flagged someone watching the property before we left. I hoped it was precautionary."
"But."
"But I checked the locks twice last night before I came to be
