Once Cain dropped me home, he planted a kiss on my forehead and drove away, making an excuse he needed to work.
But deep down I knew the truth—he was going to Aliya. In the room, I dragged open Cane's wardrobe, staring at the box he never allowed me to touch.
I flipped the lid of the box and my breath caught in my throat at the pictures of Aliya since she was a child. She looked so beautiful and happy in the pictures and I could tell Cain was the one behind the camera.
My heart dropped at the last picture at the bottom of the box; it was the picture of James that was on the news the day we were supposed to get married.
But it wasn't real; it looked like someone photoshopped his face into the picture.
Was it true? Did Cain spread this picture to ruin my relationship with James? But why did James never show up?
I couldn't reach out to him since that day because Cain said I shouldn't dwell on the past.
I stumbled backwards, my head swirling with confusion, but then my eyes caught something down in the drawer.
They were bottles of drugs that had my father's name on them. But they didn't seem like his normal pill.