(Amanda Pov)
Adam took my hand and led me up the stairs to his room. As I glanced around, I noticed it was a simple space decorated in green and gray, with a large window that offered a view of the backyard and pool.
I wandered through the room and spotted some pictures on his dresser. One caught my eye—a frame holding a photo of Adam with a girl who looked delicate and quiet, yet she was smiling as she held his hand. Another picture showed a younger Adam with his mother; he wore an adorable blue shirt and was holding her hand. She had auburn hair and hazel eyes, and while he resembled her, there were distinct features that set him apart. I found myself curious about her identity. It seemed Adam sensed my thoughts.
"That's my mom," he said, taking the picture from my hands and gazing at
