Esme’s POV
The photo stayed on my screen like it was waiting for me to unravel. I zoomed in. Again. And again.
Same hair. Same jawline. Same awkward little smile I hadn’t worn since before I met Dave. That was me. I knew it. But I had no memory of being in that place, wearing that dress, or being anywhere near Dave.
But there he was.
In the background with hands in his pockets and he was staring straight at me. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. My brain throbbed like it was trying to fight through walls I didn’t know were there.
“Esme…” Gerald’s voice came from behind me again. “Where did that come from?” He asked again something he obviously knows the answer to.
I turned slowly, holding the phone up. “You tell me.” His eyes stayed on the screen too long. Long enough for guilt to s
