(Aurora's POV)
I got home late, dropped my bag by the door, and kicked off my shoes.
My phone lit up on the kitchen counter. I picked it up without thinking.
It was a message from Eleanor.
*Aurora, dear - I hope you don't mind me asking a small favor. I came across a photo earlier and I'm trying to identify the woman in it. If you happen to see anyone matching this description around the company, would you let me know? She seems to be someone Phineas knows.*
Below the message was an image.
I opened it.
A blurry shot. Two figures, backs to the camera, walking side by side through what was clearly a gallery atrium. One tall, broad-shouldered, unmistakably Phineas.
The other one small, dark-haired, wearing the gray coat I'd put on this morning.
I stood there in my hallway, still hold
