The photograph lay on Damian's desk.
Neither of them spoke for several moments.
Zara stared at the red words scrawled across her wedding picture.
You'll lose him too.
A chill crept down her spine.
It wasn't just a threat.
It was personal.
Whoever had sent it knew exactly where to strike.
Damian carefully slipped the photograph back into the envelope before meeting her eyes.
"Did you recognize the handwriting?"
She slowly shook her head.
"No."
"Have you shown this photograph to anyone before?"
"No."
He nodded, his expression unreadable.
"Then whoever sent it had access to your private belongings."
The realization sent another wave of unease through her.
"My belongings?"
"The original photograph wasn't taken from the media." Damian turned the picture over, revealing a tiny
