Long after she had gone, the weight of Brooke's accusations still hung heavy in the air, a suffocating blanket of doubt and confusion. Once again, Lyse stared at the photograph, the image of herself leaving the hotel room a stark, undeniable reality. The date, written clearly at the bottom of the picture, confirmed Brooke's claims: it was the day that she was supposed to marry Brandon.
A cold dread settled in her stomach. Could it be true? Could she have betrayed Brandon in such a way? And with his father. The thought was abhorrent to her, completely at odds with the person she believed herself to be and she wanted to puke her guts out. Yet, the evidence was staring her in the face. Pictures did not lie.
Driven by a desperate need for answers, Lyse turned to the one source she had not yet considered: the internet. With trembling hands, she opened her laptop and began to search. She typed in her name, "Lyse Spade," and braced herself for whatever she might find.
