Amelia's POV

The email arrives at 2 PM.

No subject line. No sender name. Just an attachment.

I'm at Harper's apartment. Safe. Or I thought I was safe.

"Don't open it." Harper's looking over my shoulder. "It could be malware or…"

I open it anyway.

Photos. Dozens of them.

Me and Daniel at our wedding. Our honeymoon. Candid shots from our marriage I didn't know existed. Private moments that should have stayed private.

But that's not the worst part.

The worst part is the caption beneath each one: ...