Rose POV
I kept the phone face-down on my knee for about six minutes.
While Marcus and James talked about Garrett and legal exposure and how quickly a breach of attorney-client privilege could be proven, and I sat beside them and made the appropriate sounds and felt absolutely none of it.
Someone had been outside this hospital last night.
Close enough to frame that shot. Close enough to get my face clearly, James's hand clearly, the hospital signage in the background clearly. That wasn't a rushed photograph. That was a patient one. Someone who had positioned themselves and waited.
Which meant they'd known we were coming.
Which meant either the house was monitored the way Marcus suggested, or someone had followed us from the moment we left.
Both options made my skin crawl in differen
