As Ivy Collins caught sight of the photo Ethan Lancaster was holding, her stomach dropped. She lunged forward to snatch the phone out of his hand, but Ethan easily switched it to the other hand, keeping it out of her reach.

"You’ve got it wrong! That photo means nothing!" Ivy said, her voice tinged with panic.

"Is that so?" Ethan replied, his tone calm as he described the photo in detail. "Nighttime. On the bed. My face. A turtle drawn on the left cheek, and the ...