The moment Aidan pulled into the driveway, he knew something was wrong. The air felt too still, and the quiet of the early evening too heavy.
None of his guards were in sight and he wondered what was happening.
He stepped out of the car and caught sight of a single envelope resting neatly against the base of his front door. The pale cream paper stood out against the dark wood.
A slow dread began to coil in his stomach. He picked it up, feeling the faint weight of whatever lay inside, and tore it open without thinking. The photographs slid into his palm.
His face and Helena's stared back at him in a frozen moment of intimacy.
He gasped, remembering how Helena had suddenly pulled him in for a kiss that night where he was waiting for Anna to show up.
Had she planned this?
The picture looked real, like he had kissed her because he wanted to. Her eyes were closed, and his hands were cupping her cheek, as their lips met.
