The images she'd seen the night of the Quarterly replayed in her mind.
As she drank, she replayed Damian's memories over and over.
She replayed the home videos, closing her eyes and focusing.
She replayed their first kiss, his ring, the way his men spoke of him.
The image replayed itself in her mind, and guilt flooded her.
Images from their first touch replayed themselves in her thoughts.
When he replayed his dictated first draft, the report seemed dry but the evidence produced an overwhelming endorsement that there was no logical reason why Jeffrey Byrne might skip.