Elodie's POV
I study his face watching . . . hoping for an answer, a plan, anything.
'It's already got thousands of shares,' I say, my own voice still not entirely steady. 'Sofia found it about twenty minutes ago. I came straight here.'
'This is . . .' He scrolls further, jaw working, and I watch his grip tighten on the phone until his knuckles go pale. 'They've made it sound like you abandoned her. Like I was stuck babysitting some poor, neglected kid.'
'I know.'
'This photo . . .' He taps at the screen, at the image of Callie scanning the market crowd. 'I’m sure it’s from when we were looking for your gift. I remember . . . she was looking at the stalls around us while I tied my shoelace, telling me what she could see that you might like.'
'Who took these?' Beckett mutters to himse
