#Chapter 106: Vindictive

“Miles,” I say again, more urgently this time. “She sent a picture.” Miles glances over at me, looking at my face. Whatever he sees there makes him pull the car over into a brightly lit parking lot. “Show me,” he says, so I do, turning the phone toward him. His face hardens further and his expression goes dark. Seeing him like this makes me even more nervous. But then he sighs and shakes his head. The darkness clears somewhat. I worry he might be hiding the truth for my benefit, but I don’t want to call him out on it. Especially because this new demeanor is helping to calm my frazzled nerves. “That picture is blurry at best,” Miles says. “Amber would be wasting her time leaking that.” “You can tell it’s me,” I say. Miles’s face is buried in my neck, so he might not be as obvious. “Only if they know you,” Miles says. “But this is all moot. She’s not going to reveal the photo anyway. She only trying to force me to speak to her again. It’s not going to work.” “Okay,” I s