PART 3 — THE WOMAN IN THE PHOTOGRAPH I didn’t pull away from the curb. My hands remained locked around the steering wheel while the engine idled beneath us. Harper leaned closer. “Who is she?”………….
I enlarged the photograph. The image was grainy, but there was no mistaking the woman standing beside Liam outside the hotel. Her blond hair was shorter then. Her coat was …
PART 3 — THE WOMAN IN THE PHOTOGRAPH I didn’t pull away from the curb. My hands remained locked around the steering wheel while the engine idled beneath us. Harper leaned closer. “Who is she?”…………. Read More