31He came home to find his mother crying. At first, he thought it was because of him, the way he had stormed out. Unfeeling, thoughtless, as he always was, hurting those closest to him. It had taken her a lot to unburden herself and he had done nothing to lighten the load. Sitting down beside her, he slipped his arm around her and tried his best to give her some comfort.
Her red-rimmed eyes looked up at him. Reaching to her side, she brought up a thin bundle of photographs and laid them delicately on Jed's lap. “They came through the door,” she said. “Addressed to me.”
Jed didn't understand. He picked up the photographs and instantly realized what they were. He had no need to look past the first one.
Her voice trembled with incredulity.“You've seen these before?”
He nodded, pushing the
