KANE'S POV

I stared at the photo for too long.

The edges of the image blurred the more I looked. It was old, grainy… but unmistakable. Her face. That same tilt of the smile. Same look in her eyes. And beside her?

Ross.

They weren’t standing awkwardly. No. They stood very close to each other, the familiar kind.

My jaw clenched as Abigail went on about timelines, "possibly six years ago, during—" I waved her off. I didn’t need details. Not now.

I ...