JuliusHudson studied me for a long moment. Then he smiled, and it was the coldest thing I had ever seen. "You want to know what I have? Fine. I'll tell you."He pulled out his phone, swiped through it, then turned the screen toward me.The photo made my chest tighten. It was Jane in her wedding dress, pressed against my car in the parking garage. My hands were on her waist, her arms around my neck, kissing like the world was ending. The image was grainy but clear enough. Anyone who saw it would know exactly what was happening."Keep looking," Hudson said, his voice almost cheerful.He swiped through photo after photo."And this is my favorite," Hudson said, swiping to a video.It was security footage from the parking garage. The angle showed the interior of my car. Jane's wedding dress bunched around her waist, my dark suit jacket on the seat beside us. The windows were fogged, but you could see enough. "You sick bastard," I breathed."I have hours of footage, Dad. From the weddin
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