The news

Jane's hands trembled as she stared down at the photograph in her hands. Her breath caught in her throat. On one of the pictures, she was clearly seen hitting Elena in the stomach. Her expression was cold and angry, her hand frozen mid-swing. Another picture showed her slipping out through a doorway, glancing over her shoulder, her face fully visible in the light. There was no denying it—she was the one in the photo.

She quickly covered her mouth, trying to stifle the gasp of horror that escaped her lips. Tears welled up in her eyes as panic set in. With shaky hands, she gathered the photos and hurriedly stuffed them back into her bag, as if hiding them could erase what had happened.

Her voice was barely a whisper as she slid her chair closer to the table. "How… how did you get these?"