Alexander

Olivia sat quietly in the passenger seat, staring out the window.

"You okay?" I asked once we'd cleared the estate gates.

"I'm fine," she said softly. "That was intense. She really thinks we're faking this."

I glanced at her. "She thinks everything is a scheme because that's how her mind works. She can't imagine genuine feelings or honest motivations."

"Do you think she's behind the photos?"

"Probably. Or she paid someone who is." I ...