#Chapter 155 - Life or Death

Layla “What the fuck is this?” I whispered weakly. My entire body grew numb. It was like my blood had been replaced with ice water. The only part of my body I could move was my thumb, allowing me to ongoingly scroll through the dozens of photos that showed nothing but taken pictures of me. It was violating and so, so sickening. I wanted to cry. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to literally run all the way back to New York and into Aldo’s arms where I knew I’d be safe. This was utterly abominable. I’d been taken hostage. I’ve had guns pointed at me. Hell, I had been literally shot—but for some unfathomable reason, this was so much worse. The pictures I was seeing of myself dated back years ago. Way before Eli was even a toddler. Agent Carter had managed to capture pictures of me the time after I had just started out as a surgeon. “How is this even possible?” “After Stasia and I found these, we immediately checked into his medical records.” Well, that explains how