Her eyes widened, hands trembling as she picked them up. She scanned the pages, her mind reeling, her breath catching in her throat. “John …” she whispered, her voice tight, barely able to speak. “What… is this?”
Across the room, John sat at the kitchen island, his hands wrapped around a cup of coffee. His face was calm, his expression unreadable. He had always been good at masking his emotions when it counted. Now, his stillness was unnerving.