I felt, if anything, unburdened — because some part of me had known, had always known, and had spent two years being told by a charming man that what I knew was paranoia.

The photographs did not break my heart.

They returned my own mind to me.

Ione’s face went white.

Kingston stared at Otis as though he had never seen him before, his hands shaking so hard the photographs scattered across the head table.

“Where did you get these?” Otis did not flinch.