Rose; We Meet Again
The wind had begun to pick up as we struggled to hold our clothes in place.
Bryce’s arm stayed around me as we settled on the bench overseeing the rest of the city in front of us.
“What did you have to tell me?” I asked wanting to ease Bryce’s worries.
“It has to do with the photo.”
“What about it?”
“I went back to the orphanage and found three albums. Inside, I found photos of myself and the red-haired girl like the original one,” said Bryce as he fidgeted with his pocket to take out a photo tucked in his pocket.
It was the original photo.
“And?”
“Look at the photo carefully,” he said as he pointed to the red-haired girl who was smiling a toothy grin.
“What about her?”
“That’s my sister. My real sister,” he said with a slight stutter in his voice.
“How’d yo
