Chapter Twenty-Eight
The wide scared eyes staring up at him matched the eyes of the girl in the picture. He didn’t want to believe it. Couldn’t believe it. Say something. But she didn’t. She just stared at him, a pained expression on her face, eyes deep dark pools of sorrow.
“What is this?” he gritted out. “Is this you?” Dammit, he wanted to hear her admit it. Own up to the extent of her betrayal.
He’d been shocked when Jeanine had placed the mailer on his desk not twenty minutes earlier. There was no way the woman in the picture could be his sweet, strong Elaine. And yet he’d recognized her instantly.
“I-It’s not what you think,” she finally uttered, barely above a whisper.
“Then you damn well better start explaining.”
She barely tilted her head, scanning the area. “Can we go somepl
