Brax's POV
"Dillon, give it to me straight. What have you found out about Willow?" My tone was steady, masking the storm roiling inside.
Dillon hesitated, then handed me a thick brown envelope. "Here. This will explain a lot."
I snatched the envelope, tearing it open. Photos spilled out, capturing Willow with Steve in various locations: parties, leaving his house, and many more, all taken within the fast two days. Some showed them standing close together, their expressions unreadable, but one thing was constant—Willow's eyes. They were vacant, like she had lost a will to live.
"Dillon, what the hell are these?" My voice struggled to remain calm as I held up a photograph showing Willow and Steve sitting at a table at a party, their hands almost touching.
"I didn't call off the men foll
