Ruined by Mr Voss
My lipstick, my compact, and my phone clattered against the stone.
And then, with a sharp, plastic click, a tiny, black micro-SD memory card bounced across the marble, coming to a halt right against Harrison's hand.
The silence in the room became absolute.
I stopped breathing, as my blood ran completely cold. It was the memory card from my camera—the one containing my most private, intimate, and forbidden photos. The ones of him that I had taken in secret, documenting my dangerous, ruinous obsession with my stepfather.
Harrison slowly picked up the tiny card, holding it between his thick thumb and forefinger. His storm eyes darkened until they were almost black.
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