Nyxa~
It was Nina.
For a second, my brain genuinely stopped working because I kept staring at the photo like if I looked long enough, the image would rearrange itself into something less horrifying.
But it didn’t.
My mother sat tied to a chair with bruises already forming across one side of her face while Nina stood behind her slightly out of focus, red hair falling over one shoulder like this was just another normal f*****g day for her.
My hands started shaking so badly I almost dropped the phone.
“No,” I whispered.
Leone took the phone back from me immediately, jaw clenched hard enough that I could actually hear his teeth grind slightly.
“That could be old,” he said quickly.
“It’s not old.”
“You don’t know that.”
“She’s wearing the same clothes from tonight.”
That shut him up
