Naomi's POV

The video stopped.

Still frame. Alexander's face.

Smiling.

I could feel my stomach aching.

No, no, this can't be true.

I replayed the clip again, heart pounding harder with every second. The angle was shaky, like it had been captured from a phone tucked in someone's coat. But it was clear enough. My drunken laugh. My stumble. And Alexander-offering a drink, steadying me, leading me out.

Not Raymond.

Or was it?

I pressed pause. Zoomed in. The man's profile was so ...