Hannah's POV

　　The city skyline shimmered under the weight of dusk, casting long ribbons of light across my office walls. I hadn't turned on the lamps—only the faint blue glow of my computer lit the room. On the desk in front of me was the envelope Christian had given me. Heavy, sealed, and ominous. His only words before handing it over had been: "This changes everything."

　　I ran my fingers along the edge of the flap before finally tearing it open. Photographs, ...