Something in his voice made me stop.

Daniel wasn’t angry.

He looked frightened.

And somehow, Evan appeared to understand why.

The boy had hardly spoken.

He was studying Daniel with an expression I couldn’t read.

Maya turned toward him.

“Evan?”

He let out a slow breath.

“Okay. I guess we should deal with this.”

He reached into his pocket.

Daniel immediately said,

“Please don’t.”

The room became completely still.

Evan pulled out his phone anyway.

He tapped the screen, walked toward the table, and placed it in front of Daniel.

My husband looked down.

His expression changed instantly.

“Put that away.”

Evan stayed where he was.

I stepped closer.

“What is going on?”

Nobody answered.

Daniel turned the phone facedown.

I stared at him.

“Daniel.”

“Sarah, this is complicated.”

That only made me more curious.

I reached toward the phone.

Daniel hesitated, then moved his hand away.

I turned it over.

On the screen was a photograph of an old printed picture.

The colors had faded.

Daniel was standing outside what looked like an apartment building.

He couldn’t have been older than twenty-five.

A blond woman stood beside him.