Knox

My hands are shaking as I hold my phone, my eyes glued to the screen, dread creeping in with each passing second. 

The photos are right there in front of me, clear and undeniable. They capture the exact moment I led Emma into the hotel room at the product launch. 

Another message flashes through my mind, the one I received earlier, right after leaving the party to head home. That one had a different photo, Emma and I standing close together on the balcony. 

The thought of it hits me like a punch in the gut. Could the same person be behind both? The idea settles in my stomach...