Zara’s POV

I grabbed my phone and dialed Kelvin. Leo would have been the best option in finding out what I needed, but I wanted to keep him away, so I chose to call Kelvin instead. 

“Hey, Kelvin. Where can I go to verify how someone would look when they’re older if I only have a childhood photo?”  My voice was deep with urgency.

He gave an address, and I sped into action. I barely thanked him before hanging up.

The neighbourhood I reached was quiet and even more desolate than the last. It was as though the things that were done here were not for the public eye. I...