Noa’s hand went slack, the photo fluttering to the floor like a dead leaf. He didn’t bend to pick it up. Couldn’t. His entire body had gone still frozen, tense, heart in his throat. The man in the picture. The shadowed face behind him. He had seen that face before. Not just in dreams. Not just in flashes. He had known that face.

His brother watched him carefully. “You recognize him.”

Noa couldn’t answer.

He turned away, fists clenched, jaw locked. His breath came fast and sharp, ...