The sharp edges of the photos cut through Declan’s skin, leaving a sharp wound on his cheek.

He frowned and looked at the stack of photos on the floor. In the next second, his pupils constricted.

Holding Brendan’s arm, Deirdre asked, “What’s the matter?”

Brendan looked at the photos and said, “Declan is hugging that woman in the photo.”

“What? But how is that possible?” Deirdre was stunned.

“Of course, it’s impossible,” replied Brendan. “So something is definitely fishy here, but these ph