Kieran let go of me. One by one, he picked the photos up off the floor.
His face darkened with every image. The hand gripping the photographs shook harder and harder.
A moment later, he flung the entire stack into my face.
"This is what you call innocent? Tell me who this man is!"
"You've really outdone yourself, Harper!"
His roar nearly shattered my eardrums. I scrambled to grab the scattered photos from the floor.
It was me. It was undeniably me, with another man, and the photos looked damning.
In one, he was handing me a gift. In another, he was shielding me from an oncoming car as we entered a hotel. In yet another, we were sitting in a restaurant and he was wiping the corner of my mouth.
I looked up at Kieran, whose face had gone ashen.
"Kieran, that's my brother. My actual brother. He just got back to the country two days ago!"
"I was going to bring you to meet him, but you've been so busy with work these past few days. I never got the chance to tell you."
Before Kieran could respond, Paula jumped in.