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I was looking at him.

His past.

His daughter.

My hands shook.

“It’s okay.”

I lifted my gaze. Mrs. Reid just held out her hand.

“You don’t have to save this one.”

It felt too close. Too personal. And for the first time in weeks I felt like a stranger. I lifted what was left of the photo and handed it over. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes as she took it.

“I’ll get us a dustpan.” She turned around and slowly walked from the room.

I pushed up from the ground. Pain sliced through my finger. I lifted my hand, catching a tiny shard embedded in my skin. I plucked it free as my cell vibrated in my pocket.

Blood beaded in the cut.

I slid my finger between my lips and sucked as I reached into my pocket.

Unknown.

Again?

Who is this?

Attachment.

Only this time there was a message.

You deserve the truth.

I stilled.

Swallowed.

My world narrowed.

Unknown?

I opened the message, scanned any details, then turned back to the message once more.

Attachment.

I looked away. Don’t open it. Delete it.

Whatever this was, it wasn’t for me.

But it was… wasn’t it?

Whoever this was, wanted me know something.

And not a small something either.

Something that could change everything.