Ajay didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he calmly placed the folder on the table and opened it.
The first thing Meera saw made her blood run cold.
A photograph.
Of her.
Walking out of her apartment building two weeks earlier.
Another photo.
Her sitting at a café with her coworker.
Another.
Her buying medicine at a pharmacy.
And then another.
Her standing outside her mother’s house.
