დ Aidan დ
I stared at the picture and tried to recall it. But I couldn’t. I could clearly see myself in a romantic setting. I glanced at Marin.
“Where did you get that?” I asked again.
“It was attached to an anonymous comment in a records request,” Marin said. “No source. It is not part of the petition file. At least, not yet,” Ezra’s eyes cut to mine. He knew I was seeing more than paper. He knew, and he didn’t say a word.
“It proves nothing,” I snapped. I tried to look at the image like it belonged to a stranger with my face. “It is a night in a town. That is all,”
“It is also leverage if it lands in the wrong hands,” Marin said. “I need to know if there is anything else like this. Anything that would put you on the back foot in a public room,”
“There isn’t,” I said. It was a lie
