Chapter 87 The False Name

Margo's POV

I shoved the photo inside my jacket so fast the torn edge sliced my thumb.

"What was that?" Emory asked.

"Nothing."

"Margo."

"It's just an old picture of two guys on a dock."

"Your face changed." He didn't raise his voice. He just looked at me, steady and tired, the way he'd looked...

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