Jason’s POV
I tore it open, almost desperate, and the photos slipped into my palm.
This one was worse.
It was Cara again, this time with Daniel; her supposed friend, the one I had had a problem seeing her with, the one I had asked if she was dating. They were in line somewhere, maybe a coffee shop or a cafeteria. Her scrub top had a stain on it, and Daniel’s hand was on her chest, like he was trying to help clean it. His face looked concerned, but the way the photo was framed, it told a completely different story.
This made them look so intimate. Too intimate.
Was it real, or was it just portrayed that way?
My pulse roared in my ears as I stared at the picture, my hands gripping it so tightly I thought it might tear. I didn’t want to believe it… any of it. But there it was,
