Chapter 42

Mabel POV

My throat squeezed shut.

I could hear the slow, thumping of my heart as I hurried across the room to the photo.

My boys, Damian and Nathaniel.

How on earth did any of their photos get here?

Does he know about them and has been playing me instead?

My hands trembled as I opened my purse. I pulled out my phone and turned on the torch— because this area of the hall was dimly lit.

My purse slipped from my hands and fell on the floor.

Oh, no!

I looked and everywhere was calm. No sign of Alec.

Picking up my purse, I straightened from the floor, and shone light on the photo.

A sigh of relief e