ALEXANDER POV
The file finished loading. I leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing at the screen.
Not her face.
Just her back.
I exhaled sharply. "Seriously?"
The image was grainy, taken from a terrible angle, the kind of footage that told you almost nothing useful, but one detail came through clearly enough. A small mole, right at the center of her back. My fingers tightened around the phone as that night pushed its way forward again without permission. Her skin under my hands. The way she moved.
I clenched my jaw and pushed it back down.
"Is this all?" I asked.
Greg shifted beside me. "Yes, sir. The rest of the footage was too damaged. That's the only usable frame."
I scoffed and dropped the phone on the desk. "Useless."
He bowed his head. "Sorry, sir."
I waved him off. "Forget i
