“Wendy?”

Renata had not turned to see who it was, but with the voice… She knew it was Wendy Sinclair.

“I knew you would come, Ree.” Wendy took a drag of another smoke before puffing it into Renata’s face.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Renata threw the brown envelope at her.

Wendy ignored her. She went on to throw the cigar in her hand on the floor and stomped on it.

She stooped down to gather the photos, stared at them for a while, and smiled mischievously.

“Are you ...