Zain's POV
I'd just wrapped up reading some medical journals when fresh news about Vincent and his supposed girlfriend caught my attention.
Something made me click on the trending topic, even though I usually skip gossip.
The headline screamed tabloid drama: Vincent caught hooking up with his girlfriend in a car.
The photos kept the woman's face hidden, but her outline and outfit struck me as strangely familiar.
My brow creased. 'Is that Blanche in those shots?'
Before I could dig deeper, Joanna appeared downstairs.
"Zain, what's got you so absorbed?" Joanna asked, sliding onto the couch next to me.
I slipped my phone away, meeting her gaze with a slight smile. "Just random stuff."
"Carry asleep?" I asked, changing the subject.
Joanna nodded. "Completely wiped out from playing all day. Bath time knocked her right out."
"Your mom too?"
"Yeah, she's down for the night," Joanna confirmed.
