money.”
“Did she say why?”
Liam shook his head.
“I thought maybe he was taking family pictures.”
“Did you see him photograph Maya?”
“Yes.”
He scrolled again.
There was an image of the photographer standing farther down the beach.
His camera pointed toward the surf.
Maya had been in that direction.
That did not prove what he photographed.
But Gwen’s reaction at dinner made the situation impossible to dismiss.
Maya looked up.
“Why would Aunt Gwen pay someone to photograph me?”
“I don’t know.”
I said.
And I meant it.
Noah took the camera.
“We’re not guessing.”
He said.
“We keep these files exactly as they are.”
That was one reason I loved him.
No drama.
No instant accusation.
Preserve first.
Understand second.
I copied the camera files without editing them.
Then I called Gwen.
No answer.
I texted:
We need to discuss what Liam saw in Florida.
Do not
