[Noah's POV]

The photograph arrived at six-fourteen the next morning.

I sat behind my desk. The new security chief, Dario, had just left the morning briefing files. The estate was secure, but my instincts hummed with a low, constant irritation.

Elena was hiding something.

She spent the last three days avoiding my direct gaze. Flinching at noises. Going to bed early and resting her hand flat against her stomach when she thought no one watched. I assumed the graduation ceremony brought up old ...