Jonathan turned sharply to me at my gasp, and I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. I remembered something."
He nodded and turned his attention back to the auction that was about to start, and I sighed in relief. When I'd turned the placeholder, for some reason, something I'd forgotten rushed back into my memory. I'd seen that man before. The man in the picture that was in my husband's room as well as the one in his parents' house was his brother. The brother that the media had speculated on so many reasons for his sudden death, but what I could remember was the fact that rather than it being an accident, his death had been an intentional murder. By his brother, who was now my husband. At least that was the report that had made the rounds at that time.
