“This is useless,” I sigh discouraged as I push yet another box aside. Nothing triggers my memory and I feel like I am invading Aaron’s privacy. After we got home, I took an ice-cold shower and now Mason and I are searching through box after box with Aaron’s belongings.
“We knew this was a long shot,” Mason agrees as he unpacks a box.
“Who’s that?” I ask as he puts a photo to the side.
With a frown, Mason picks up the photo again and looks at it intensely.
“Aaron and someone I don’t know,” he hands the photo to me.
I take the picture and stare at it. There is a tingling in the back of my mind. It is like I want to remember something, but it just does not want to click. I cannot stop staring at the boy next to Aaron with the most incredible violet eyes.
“Have you ever seen a person wi
