Shattered Trust, Silent Scars

ere in Miami, his social

th the Miami skyline behind them, a shot of two champagne glasses against a sunset.

ew I'd see it. He knew the whole world woul

is. The kid is making a move on you

flat. I was past anger. Now, it

e packag

turn address. It was delivered to my private residenc

ened

drive and a stack o

od ran

ess. They were laughing, close, intimate. The last photo was the worst. They were standing

, only a few seconds long. It showed the same scene, the moment rig

blow. I felt the air leave my lun

ly took the photos and the thumb drive, placed

s round. But the war was just beg