“Sam?”
“I don’t know.”
“Rebecca?”
“No.”
“Then who?”
“I don’t know.”
Those three words again.
But this time they frightened both of us.
Daniel returned.
“It doesn’t appear mechanically unusual. We can open it downstairs if you’d prefer.”
I looked at the envelope.
Then at Lily.
Then at the emails glowing on my laptop screen.
Northbridge.
Caroline Prescott.
Samuel Baines.
Three years of secrets.
“I want to see it.”
Daniel hesitated.
Then carefully opened the envelope.
Inside was a single photograph.
He stared at it.
His expression changed.
“What?” I asked.
He did not answer immediately.
“Daniel.”
He turned the photograph toward me.
It had been taken years ago.
Adrian stood outside what looked like a hospital entrance.
He was younger.
Beside him was a woman I instantly knew had to be Caroline.
Same eyes.
Same dark hair.
She looked thin but cheerful, one hand lifted toward the camera.
