A soft gasp escapes my lips as I scan each photo, my eyes widening in dismay. With every image I flip past, my expression only grows weary.
They all have the same person in them, different backgrounds, same face, same captivating smile, staring back at me. Some photos have Kendrick by her side, adding to my unease.
"Charlotte," I mutter, sinking into the sofa as if the weight of her name alone is pressing me down. My eyes drift to Kendrick, and I sigh. They are really out to get him just like they planned to.
Rose or Camila must have dropped these with hopes of Kendrick looking through them. I sit up, a new piece dancing into the puzzle. If they dropped these photos like they said they would, then this means they had nothing to do with the substance.
“Someone else injected the Spec
