But it wasn’t Simon’s strange words that troubled Daniel. When he’d pressed Simon for an explanation for his intrusion, the evangelical zeal in his faraway eyes, the shine on his cheeks, and the broadness of his grin bothered him. It was bad enough Simon had charged him forty-four dollars this time, saying something about that was the price to pay. Still, it wouldn’t ruin his day. He had a solution for Milly’s problems—Anna. Kelly would have to agree with that.

Daniel whistled on his way to the car. He tore the wax seal sticker and riffled through the photographs, his breath held for any nasty surprises.

There weren’t any. His staff enjoying the party, his own home, the celebration dinner on the deck . . . Daniel heaved a sigh of relief as he got into his car and threw the envelope onto the passenger seat before roaring off. He tapped the steering wheel, the haze in his mind clearing for the first time in a long while. Anna was right. Taking a moment to celebrate was important. He’d come a long way since Howard’s death.

A traffic light dropped into amber, and he pulled up to red. He reached for the envelope. Cameron had a supportive arm around Jade. Monique blew a kiss with a saucy wink at the camera.

Green light.

Daniel put down the envelope as he accelerated. He now had a defense for Monique’s behavior. He hadn’t taken her photo, so she was blowing a kiss to Peter—she was like that with everyone. She wasn’t zeroing in on him.

Amber slid to red. The next photos showed his staff on the deck, laughing in one another’s company, glasses raised and heads thrown back. But behind them was a figure, arms waving in the air. Daniel squinted. Milly stood on the railing, her arms outstretched as if ready to swan dive to the rocks two hundred feet below. A creeping horror swept over him. Milly’s cry for attention was unnoticed by everyone, including him. Again.

Daniel flicked to the next photograph. Kelly stared out the open front door into the night. Sure, she had stormed off the deck, but why would she allow Peter to take a photo like that?

Green light.

The residue of suspicion clung to him as he drove on. Why would Peter even want to take a photo of Kelly like that? It was like seeing Gramps’s photo album . . .

The haze swirled back across his thoughts. The photos in Gramps’s album were of people at the wrong moment, except that moment turned out to mean something. Gramps and his betting slip. Daniel and Kelly together but alone on the sofa. Milly in tears at her party.

So what did Kelly’s photo mean? He shook his head. Now he was wondering what all the photos meant.