ELLE’S POV
I encountered a peculiar-looking photograph as I ventured closer toward Victoria’s desk. An intimate looking picture of Victoria, to which she was staring at me, had her arm slung around a man’s arm. In a second my body felt a chill.
The man sitting next to her was Jordan.
My heart felt as if it was sinking.
I attempted to hurriedly pull Amelia along, but her shout was too unsettling. “Mommy!”
My apologies; but I believe she does, her voice suddenly responded. “That’s the man who helped me find you a few days back, right?”
Everything felt like it had stalled for a few moments.
The agent’s glance confirmed that he was suspicious about this interaction. “You know Mr. Jordan?”
I needed to try to part my lips and give a smile, “Amelia thinks she knows everyone,” I said a
