The low hum of the studio’s air conditioner was the only sound cutting through the silence as Nadyia adjusted the lighting for her first session. Ethan was with Mama B for the morning, giving her time to knock out a few back-to-back clients before lunch. Still, the freedom didn’t settle her like it normally did.
Something felt… off.
She glanced at the front windows again. They were tinted, secure. Cameras lined both entrances now, thanks to Liam and Noah working late into the night with a professional team. The inside ones were discreet but active, and everything backed up in real-time to cloud storage and both brothers’ phones.
And yet her hands trembled slightly as she clipped a backdrop into place.
When Noah had shown her the footage two nights ago the same man pacing, lingering, wa
