It landed between us.
“Open it.”
Nobody moved.
Vincent stared at the envelope.
“What is that?”
Ethan smiled.
And for the first time that night, he looked confident again.
“Something Clara never told you.”
My heart stopped.
Vincent looked at me.
“Clara?”
I didn’t answer.
Because I had no idea what was inside.
Ethan smiled wider.
“Go ahead, Boss.”
“Open it.”
Vincent slowly picked up the envelope.
Inside was a single photograph.
The moment he saw it…
his entire expression changed.
Because it was a picture of me.
But not the way he had seen me before.
It was taken eight months earlier.
The night I disappeared.
And standing beside me in the photograph…
was someone Vincent thought had been dead for years.
His older brother.
Adrian Moretti.
Vincent stared at the picture.
Then at me.
“Clara…”
His voice was barely a whisper.
“Why were you with my brother the night he died?”:::
