Chapter 8: The Woman in the Photograph
"Who is he?"
Adrian was still staring at the photograph, his expression unreadable, the silence stretching long enough that I wondered if he'd heard me at all. Then, finally, he spoke.
"His name is Daniel Mercer."
I waited, watching the tension gather in his shoulders. "Fifteen years ago, Daniel Mercer died." Adrian's fingers tightened around the photograph before he set it carefully on the table. "I lowered his coffin into the ground with my own hands."
"Then who's standing beside Ethan?"
"I don't know," Adrian said, and something in his voice told me those three words cost him more than he'd ever admit aloud.
"Then Ethan wanted you to see this photograph," I said quietly. "He could have hidden forever, but instead he left a trail that led str
