ROGERIO

Elena and I hadn’t spoken since the argument she had at my house, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

The picture I had picked up when she stormed out was still with me; it currently lay on my office desk and distracted me from all the work I had planned to do that day.

I longed to ask her how she had gotten a picture of Charlotte, but given the current circumstances, that wasn’t a question she’d like to answer.

I had a feeling she’d turn the case around and say that I had come up with the picture to start an argument...