Hailey

I stared at the photograph for so long my eyes started to blur.

Evans noticed I had gone still. He glanced at me from the driver's seat. "What is it?"

I turned the phone toward him. He looked at the screen for half a second then jerked his eyes back to the road. "Pull over," I said.

He pulled over immediately, the car stopping hard against the curb. He took my phone and looked at the photograph properly. The color left his face slowly, like water draining from a glass.

"Who is that?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said.

"Evans."

"I genuinely do not know," he said, his...