Naomi had collected Bella's number from Ryan's phone before leaving.
She scrolled through the pictures slowly until she found the one she wanted.
Ryan hadn't woken up then yet. She stared at the picture. It told a story that had never happened, but anyone who saw it would believe it.
Naomi smiled.
She opened her messages and selected Bella’s number. Then she pressed send.
The picture went through.
Naomi locked her phone. “Let’s see what you do with this,” she whispered.
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My phone buzzed.
I was still sitting on the couch, staring at the dark television. I almost ignored it. But something made me pick it up.
One new message. There was no name, only an unknown number.
I opened it.
The picture loaded.
I froze.
Ryan. My husband. He was lying on an office couch with his shirt ope
