“That kid,” Ryker sighs.
“It’s fine, let's look through these,” I say.
Ryker begins looking through the 2021 yearbook, and I take the 2022 yearbook. We are flipping through the pages. I look through the juniors, and Ryker looks through the sophomores. Based on last night's conversation, I know she is in the same grade as Bryce.
“Is this her?” Ryker asks.
I walk over to him and take the yearbook out of his hands to get a better look. Even with this picture being two years old and Ari having braces, I know immediately that it's her.
“That’s her,” I say confidently.
“Arianna Masterson,” Ryker says with narrowed eyes.
“Masterson."
“What?” Ryker asks.
“That last name sounds familiar,” I reply.
I’m trying to think of where I had heard or seen that name before, but nothing comes to mi
