I remembered everything.
What I was wearing.
The rain outside.
The scar near his eyebrow.
The ridiculous blue umbrella he carried.
I had told that story at our wedding.
Our first meeting.
Our accident.
Our beginning.
Vega placed the photograph beside the others.
Ryan was standing on the opposite side of the ballroom.
Looking directly at me.
“No,” I whispered again.
“There’s more.”
I didn’t want more.
She opened a printed email.
It had been recovered from an account Ryan believed had been permanently deleted.
The message was sent to his older brother eleven months before I met him.
Most of the email discussed work.
One paragraph had been highlighted.
Mercer still has the paper certificates. Old man doesn’t realize what he’s sitting on. If Asterion ever gets acquired, those shares could be serious money. Daughter’s military. Only child. I’ve seen her twice.
Below it, his brother had replied: