Amber
My fingers felt slightly cold as I tapped the screen and opened the files. There were two.
One video.
One audio recording.
My stomach dropped.
I pressed play on the video, and within seconds, the background appeared, a lavish living room I recognized all too well. Rayne's mansion. A well dressed man was present. Reed. Along with Marina as well.
His voice was angry, venomous, filled with spite. He was threatening Marina. Holding her. Smirking. Confessing everything like it was something to be proud of.
I was rooted in place. The restaurant faded away. The clinking of forks, the soft jazz, even Ian’s presence disappeared into the background.
I sat frozen, lips parted, air knocked from my lungs. My hand trembled as I tapped the audio file. The recording was clearer, sharp and cr
