Olivia's POV
"What's in here?" I asked curiously, breaking the seal on the envelope.
Gabriel gave a small nod. "See for yourself."
His face remained unreadable, completely blank—giving nothing away.
I furrowed my brows and slowly pulled out the contents. It was a photo.
One glance, and I froze.
It was a picture of my father… with Sir Damon.
They were standing close, heads slightly bowed in conversation. It looked like the photo had been taken without their knowledge.
My heart raced.
This couldn't be right.
"When… when was this taken?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Was it before my father was arrested? That was four years ago, but…"
My voice faded as I stared at the photo, my heart racing.
My father looked older in this photo. He had a well-groomed, full beard. His black hair was longer now, and there were a few grey strands that hadn't been there before.
And Sir Damon—he looked exactly as he did now. Not four years younger.
"This… this doesn't make sense," I whispered.
