Kyra POV
Kyra ~ age thirteen
Tor ~ age twenty-eight
I smile at the framed photo of my parents that's on the night table on my mom's side of the bed. They're about fourteen and fifteen in this picture, and they're kissing, but smiling against each other’s lips. They look so young but also so much the same. It's my favorite photo of them.
"Mom, how did you know Dad was the one?"
My eyes linger on the photo for a moment longer before turning to her. She's lying on her stomach at the end of their bed, writing in her journal as she does every night. Her long blonde hair falls around the rims of her nerdy yet trendy red-framed glasses.
She chews on the end of her pen, her face lighting up as she thinks about my dad. I love how much they love each other. They never fight. They’re always
