CHAPTER 173

I fumbled, wondering if I had made out what I had heard right, from her mouth. “You mean photos? What sort of photos?”

Jasmine shifted uncomfortably.

“The night you were drunk and Theo took you out on that date… I was in his apartment I was… I was trying to find something Anything that could help you And I found the documents I didn’t know what they were at first but I took photos of them just in case.”

Suddenly I felt that I was spinning around the room; I gazed at her for what felt like half the day in dumbfounded wonder.

“You… you took photos?”

She just nodded her head with a look of guilt and with some ray of hope on her face.

“Yes. I never quite grasped just how valuable they were until everything went down. But, I have them, Varya. I have the documentation.”

A sense of weakness washed over my entire body, and I barely managed to let myself fall on the couch, with my head spinning.

Until now, I had thought all was gone, that Theo had burnt all that could be produced in a court of