Portia
"Wake up, Portia."
I groan, trying to swipe away the hands shaking me.
"Come on. This is serious."
When I register that it's Nathan, I blink my eyes open, rubbing them. He's in Callahan's bedroom and he looks anxious.
"Hey," I sit up, looking at the clock. Eight in the morning. "You're up early." I pull the covers up. I'm naked underneath.
"This has been bugging me for days. I wasn't sure and I don't know, maybe I'm wrong but," he stops mid-sentence shaking his head.
"What is it?"
He holds up the small, framed photo of Elizabeth Scarfoni and her friend that had captured his attention the day of the wedding.
God. That feels like a lifetime ago.
"What are you doing with that? Did you take it from Elizabeth's room?"
He nods.
"I don't think you should go in there."
"I think
