Emily’s POV

I didn’t move when he stepped into the light. I stood still, not necessarily because I was afraid, but because I had learned that was what you did when people were watching you closely.

Jackson looked nothing like the man from the gallery. His face hadn’t changed at all. He still had the same jaw, the same height and the same build, but the warmth he used to have was gone.

The man who had sat across from me over coffee, listened to me talk and looked at me like he actually ...