What it contained was no longer our sweet past, but a horrifying collection of all the ways he had hurt me.
There was the time he locked me in an abandoned warehouse when I was seven months pregnant, the time he tied my mother to a sports car and sent it hurtling toward the lake, and even the brutal incineration of her body...
Dante's mind went completely blank. An infinite terror seized him, and he clutched at his chest.
In that moment, he wished desperately for someone to tell him that none of it was true.
But there was no one.
The images scrolling endlessly on the screen forced him to accept the truth.
Just then, his assistant shattered the silence, holding the results of the investigation.
Dante snatched the phone and scrolled through it as fast as he could, until he saw it: fifteen minutes before he had arrived, Isabella had swapped the mannequin on the lakeside road with my frail mother.
His nails dug deep into his palms, his eyes turning scarlet.