Chapter 13

Dorian came out of the kitchen.

He sat next to me, quiet, elbows resting on his knees.

I stretched one arm towards him. ‘Give me your phone.’

He handed it over.

I tried to unlock it. It didn’t budge. I held it out again. ‘Thumbprint.’

‘The photos are hidden,’ he said. ‘You won’t find them. And no on...