#Chapter 558: A Party to Throw

Nina My breath caught in my throat as I pulled open the front door expecting to see excited party guests, only to be immediately met with the sight of Luke’s grim expression. His brow was furrowed in a deep frown, his lips pressed into a tight line—clear signs that something was very wrong. “Luke? Are you okay?” I searched his face with mounting trepidation as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Rather than answering right away, he simply held out his hand, a rumpled photograph clutched between his fingers. My stomach knotted with a sense of dread as I tentatively accepted it from him. The moment I processed what—or rather, who—was depicted in the grainy image, my knees very nearly buckled beneath me. There, frozen in time, were two figures striding side by side down what looked like a shadowy dock. One I recognized instantly in my bones: that familiar jawline, the shock of messy dark hair smattered with flecks of gray... Edward. But it was the man kee