Cara’s POV
I sat in the back of the taxi, staring at the message on my phone before hitting send.
“Meet me at this address. It’s important.”
I added the location and sent it to Megan. I knew she would have questions, but I also knew she wouldn’t ask them… at least, not until she saw me. Megan wasn’t the type to jump to conclusions or bombard me with unnecessary texts when she knew something was serious.
She would wait until we were face-to-face.
I leaned back against the seat, clutching my phone tightly as I stared out the window. The city lights blurred together, a kaleidoscope of reds and yellows reflecting off the wet pavement. I felt the familiar weight in my chest, a lot of nerves and dread that had been with me ever since I had opened that envelope.
The photos.
I had told Meg
