—Mabel—

My throat tightened.

I could hear the slow thumping of my heart as I hurried across the room to the photo.

My boys.

Damian and Nathaniel.

How on earth did any of their photos get here?

Does he know about them and has been playing me?

My hands trembled as I opened my purse. I pulled out my phone and switched on the torchlight since this area of the hall was dimly lit.

My purse slipped from my hands and fell on the floor.

Oh, no.

I looked around. Everywhere was calm.

No sign of ...