“Mine would be too,” he said supportively.
She opened the photos on her phone and blanched when she saw what she’d captured. “I didn’t think I’d managed... I really didn’t think...”
“Christ Almighty,” Bruce muttered. He inched that much closer to Whitney to get a better look, and the warmth coming off his body fried her brain. “It’s there, right? This dark shape centre frame?”
Whitney nodded. The whole picture was dark, because the hallway had been, but within that darkness stood a greater darkness. A shape. A form. The young woman Whitney had witnessed. She’d snapped a picture of this girl.
“I was so afraid you’d think I was crazy,” Whitney admitted.
“How could I possibly? Look what you’ve captured. This is incredible!”
Whitney didn’t know where to go from here. Was this
