Inside the drawer, it was packed—filled to the brim with photographs of Suzy.
The one on top showed her in profile, seated by the window in the school library. Sunlight filtered through the glass, casting a soft glow over her hair and eyelashes.
It was a beautifully taken photo—its composition and lighting nearly flawless.
But there was one problem.
It had clearly been taken without her knowledge.
And it wasn't just one.
Derek's face turned ashen, the color draining and returning in uneven waves. His stiff fingers trembled as he lifted the top photo aside.
Beneath it was another—Suzy sitting in the cafeteria, her brows slightly furrowed as if lost in thought.
The next captured her walking in the rain, holding an umbrella. Her figure was blurred, indistinct.
Then another—her absent-minded expression as she watched people play on the sports field. Another—her focused side profile as she chose snacks in a convenience store…
