Chapter 147 If The Dress Fits

• The next morning, as promised, Penny sent the developed photos over in the mail. She’d tucked them away into a pleasant little envelope, hiding away its dark interior.
• She’d added a little note inside, " I got the photos developed! I'll send the digital copies to you soon as possible."
• I held it to my chest, a sense of anticipation and dread mingling within me. The photos were our ammunition, our evidence, but they were also destructive. "Thank you, Penny."