Confusion

It was as if my brain and mouth had entirely disconnected from each other.

I simply stared at the scattered photos on the ground.

Why did I have them? How do you tell your husband that you found photos of his other mate in your father’s safe while simultaneously finding Aconite?

“Rosalind,” James’ voice had an edge to it as his fingers gripped my chin, forcing my attention back to him.

“I found them.”

His brows pinched together in confusion, glancing down at the discarded photos one more time before meeting my gaze, “What do you mean you found them?”

I chewed on my bottom lip, trying to force the right words out, but I found myself swallowing down every attempt.

“I found these in my fathers safe…. Along with a bottle of Aconite that I think he used to give me when I was younger.” I blew out a heavy breath, not daring to look at James.

He squatted down, gathering the photos, and looking at them one by one. His large fingers creased the edges as he went through them again and again.

“I