“Do you know what’s in it?” I asked, looking back at Terrance. He looked uncomfortable as he nodded. “Sit.” I heard the chair drag on the floor, then it creaked under his weight. I was just turning the first page when another picture slipped from it and I picked it up. My breath caught in my throat while I stared at the photograph of a small boy with short auburn hair and a smile that looked exactly like Sarah’s.
Raising the picture toward Terrence, I asked, “What is this?”
“This is… the lady’s son,” Terrence replied, watching my reaction. My heart dropped as I looked back at the boy. If the picture was recent, he had to be around five or six years old. She was young, how could she have a kid?
“She is married with a kid?” I breathed, feeling the tightness of my chest intensify.
