Albert wanted to ride with her, but Dorothea shot him down without a second thought. They ended up driving separately, meeting at a quiet café with barely anyone else around.
“So, what is it?” Dorothea asked, her voice tinged with impatience.
Albert pressed his lips together, looking genuinely stung. Was this what things had come to? She couldn’t even talk to him for a few minutes without getting annoyed. He seemed to have completely forgotten how cold he used to be with her.
He slid a folder across the table to her. “Dorothea, I’m not here to just badmouth Latham or stir up drama between you two. He’s way more dangerous than you realize.”
Dorothea raised a skeptical eyebrow and pulled out the documents. A faded photo slipped out and landed on the table. Her eyes narrowed. In the picture, she recognized her own younger face, probably from sixth grade, standing beside the school principal. The man next to them looked just like Latham.
A small, bitter smile tugged at Albert’s mouth. “You’re not imagining things. That’s Latham at eighteen. Pretty wild, right? You were just twelve or thirteen then and he was already showing up at your elementary school. Isn’t that a little messed up?”
“It’s just a photo. That doesn’t make it stalking,” Dorothea said, unconvinced.
From what she remembered, she didn’t even know Latham until her first year of high school. Even if their paths crossed earlier, it didn’t mean he knew who she was back then.
“You’re too trusting, Dorothea,” Albert scoffed. “Do you even know where I got this picture? The principal himself gave it to me and told me that Latham specifically asked for a copy at the time.”
Dorothea’s heart skipped a beat.
“Why do you think Latham would go out of his way for this photo? He told the principal it was because he ‘looked good’ in it. Do you really buy that excuse?”

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