The photo wasn’t supposed to matter.
He left. That’s what Maggie had said. That’s what the timestamps confirmed.
Damien had walked out of the Kingsley Hotel sometime after midnight. Alone. Disheveled. Silent.
But the damage was already done.
Isla stared at the screen again anyway.
It was the frozen image that shook her. The way he lingered just outside the door, as if he wasn’t sure whether he was moving away from something or toward something worse.
His collar was unbuttoned on his shirt. His hair out of sorts, as if he’d combed his fingers through it a hundred times. His expression? Distant. Fractured. Not angry. Not smug.
Just… lost.
“What else did Gabriel say?” Isla asked quietly.
Maggie didn’t answer right away. She set the phone down between them and folded her arms.
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