I found the folder by accident.
Harper had asked me to grab her laptop from her spare bedroom, the one she'd turned into her war room weeks ago. Most of the evidence had been taken down after the court hearing, but some things remained. Timelines. Photos. Notes in her meticulous handwriting.
The folder was on her desk. Manila. Thick. Labeled simply: DO NOT OPEN.
Which, of course, meant I opened it.
Inside were photos. Lots of photos. Ethan and Layla at restaurants. Walking into hotels. Kissing on street corners. Some I recognized from Jordan's surveillance. Others I didn't.
These were different. Older. The timestamps showed dates from over a year ago. Before Jordan was hired. Before Richard discovered the embezzlement.
Harper had been following them. For months.
"Vi?" Harper's voice
