(Ethan's POV)
I don't remember any of it.
But the kid. Why does the kid look so familiar?
I got the same feeling when I saw Jake earlier too.
I don't remember the kid. I don't recall anything from the these photos. But when I saw Jake...
"Ethan." Gran's voice pulls me back. "I know this is hard. But you know I've only ever wanted the best for you."
"Gran."
"I'm not asking you to feel it. I'm asking you to see it. To understand that before the accident you chose them. I watched you with them. I watch you become a better man because of them. You were happy, Ethan. Genuinely happy in a way I hadn't seen since your mother died."
The comparison stings. Even without memories, I know my mother's death shaped me. Made me cautious. Made me build walls.
So if I really let someone in—let two
