Davin’s flashlight beam swept the spare bedroom again, slower this time, taking it all in.

The wall was a nightmare mapped out in photographs and red markers.

There were so many photos. Roman leaving the hospital after the shooting—his arm in a sling, his face grim.

Tessa was on the terrace steps, newspaper in her lap, oblivious.

Grayson clutching his side the night he was stabbed, blood staining his shirt.

All private moments. Impossible angles.

The will reading at the Thorne estate—grainy zoom through a window.

Liam’s pregnancy announcement dinner—candlelight reflecting off glasses.

Tessa and Roman on the rooftop, tangled under the blanket, fairy lights glowing.

Nandini being rushed into...