I should have put it back.
I had a brief moment to myself. The front door swung open and I could hear his familiar footsteps coming from the hallway, the sound of his keys clinking into the bowl by the entrance, and then his deliberate stride towards the kitchen. It was a routine I knew all too well. I had about thirty seconds, maybe a little more, to quickly return the photograph to its hiding place in the wooden box, shove the box back behind the tangled cables, and slam the drawer shut. My heart was racing as I tried to come up with a convincing excuse, but luckily, I had been searching for a charger, which was partly true - it's just that I had stumbled upon something else entirely.
I did not move.
I was sitting on the floor in his study, holding the old photograph, and staring at t
