My secret lover
And now, with these photos, it was as if the value of that love was being questioned, invalidated by a secret past.
"Was this before, during, or after the film shoot?" Mia’s voice broke the silence, but there was no firmness. She was swallowing her words with difficulty, fighting against the avalanche of thoughts haunting her. "Because if it was after..." She swallowed hard, unable to finish the sentence.
I knew exactly what she was thinking. The weight of more unanswered questions was suffocating, and the only way to ease it was to seek the truth, no matter how painful it would be.