His voice was quiet.
“Maybe you should ask him why he doesn’t want you to see it.”
I reached for the phone, but he covered it with his hand.
Daniel closed his eyes.
For one second, he looked twenty years older.
Then he moved his hand.
I turned the phone over.
The screen showed a photo of a photograph, one old enough that the colors had started fading.
I turned the phone over.
Daniel was standing outside what looked like an apartment building. He couldn’t have been older than twenty-five.
A woman stood beside him.
Pretty. Blond. Smiling.
His arm was around her shoulders.
Her stomach was slightly rounded; a small but unmistakable pregnancy bump.
A woman stood beside him.
I looked at the picture for a long time, then I glanced between Daniel and Evan.
Maya was still standing beside Evan.
Similar height, similar brown eyes. Maya had my nose, my dimples, and Evan… There was something about his chin, his cheekbones, and the way he set his jaw that was eerily familiar.
