I sat on the sofa in his room to rest my fragile back when I heard a sound. I stood up and lifted the pillow and there it was different pictures of Lucas and I, at the garage, at restaurants at the pack even at my house and at his. It was like we were being followed from the beginning of our relationship. I turned to the back of the pictures and I saw messages written on a couple of them but they were written in a different language that I could not translate. I had to use my translator app in other to know. I picked all the pictures and headed back downstairs. I picked up the erotic novel because it could be of use to me some other time. I went back home in a rush. I got back five minutes faster than usual.
I greeted my parents as I rushed to my room. I separated the pictures that had a
