Her breath left her in a sharp, broken gasp.
“No…” she whispered.
Zayn frowned, eyes narrowing as he took in the photo.
Lena’s hand flew to her mouth, disbelief crashing over her like ice water.
“This is—” Her voice shook violently. “This is Ben.”
The name fell into the corridor like a gunshot.
Zayn’s face darkened instantly, something lethal flickering in his eyes.
“Are you sure?” he asked, though something in his tone already said he knew the answer. He saw the guy only once, but not to be 100% sure like Lena.
Lena nodded slowly, tears spilling again—but now they burned with something sharper than grief.
“I’d recognize him anywhere,” she said hoarsely. “That’s him. I’m sure.”
Martin exhaled slowly. “Then the police need to know immediately.”
Zayn took the tablet from Martin’s
