Chapter 3

All color drained from James' face instantly. He parted his lips, as if he had something to say, but when his gaze fell on the photo in my hand, proof of everything, all excuses died on his tongue, feeble and empty.

The panic in his eyes lasted only a few seconds, quickly replaced by cold irritation. "Since you've seen it all, there's nothing left to hide."

James plopped down on the couch, grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, lit one, and took a deep drag. Through the curling smoke, his face blurred, unrecognizable.

"Yes, I'm with Chloe."…