~Sienna~

The walk to the parking garage feels like a long mile. Nova doesn't say a word. She just walks ahead with a focused energy, her heels echoing like gunshots against the concrete. When we reach her car, she unlocks it with a shaky hand and practically dives into the driver's seat.

I slide into the passenger side, my hands trembling. "Nova, talk to me. You’re scaring me."

She doesn't speak. She just reaches into the envelope and pulls out a stack of perfectly shot photographs. She ...