She picked up a photo at random, and her face went deathly pale when she saw what was on it.
She looked at Summer Thorne and asked, her voice cracking, "How do you have these photos?"
"And if I didn't?" Summer Thorne turned to look at her. "Who should have these photos? Would you prefer it be Ethan Hayes, or the police?"
Georgia Sutton's lips moved, but she didn't answer. She just lowered her head, her hands trembling slightly as she straightened the stack of photos, as if desperate to find a place to hide them.
But in the end, all she could do was press them against her lap, not daring to look at them again.
Summer Thorne watched her with cold eyes. "So now you're scared? Now you feel ashamed? What were you thinking when you took these photos?"
"Shut up!" Georgia Sutton suddenly shrieked. "What right do you have to question me? Who do you think you are, questioning me?"
