“Bryony—”
I raised my hand.
He stopped.
I didn’t want his explanation.
Not yet.
I looked at Sasha.
“How long?”
She stared at me.“Sasha.”
Nothing.
“How long?”
Callan stepped forward.
“It wasn’t what you think.”
I laughed.
Actually laughed.
Because there are sentences so stupid they become funny.
“What do you think I think?”
“Bryony, listen to me.”
“No.”
I pointed at the photograph.
“I am looking at it.”
“It isn’t—”
“How long?”
Sasha finally spoke.
“Please.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Bryony, I never wanted to hurt you.”
“Then you should have stopped.”
She looked away.
That was when something inside me broke.
Not because she admitted it.
Because she didn’t deny it.
Bram walked toward the table.
He reached into his jacket.
“There’s more.”
Sasha turned toward him.
“Bram, don’t.”
He pulled out another photograph.
“This one was taken three months before you married me.”
