Nestore's POV
The picture that was sent, Nevio, stop making me repeat myself like an i***t," I growled impatiently.
"I didn’t get any f*****g pictures," he said, brows furrowed. "Where’s what you got?"
I reached into my back pocket and shoved the folded photo into his chest. He grabbed it, unfolded it carefully, and stared. His face didn’t change at first—then his eyes widened, just a little. Just enough for me to see the hit land.
“Is that… Ayla?” he muttered. My jaw flexed. “She’s alive.”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My fists were already clenched at my sides. The longer I looked at that photo, the harder it became to breathe.
"We cannot go to look for her, Nestore; they're going to kill her," Nevio said, holding me back from leaving.
"It doesn't matter, I cannot let them stay a
