The girl in the photo looked about sixteen or seventeen years old.
She had big, bright eyes, a small, cherry-red mouth, and a round face that made her look adorably youthful.
Her shoulder-length hair was neatly styled, and she wore a white polka-dot overall dress. With a radiant smile, she leaned happily against the person beside her.
But that person was almost entirely burned away, leaving only a slender, well-defined hand resting affectionately on her shoulder.
Orion recognized it instantly.
It was a picture from Celeste's high school days. And the person with his arm around her shoulder… was him.
Orion had never been a fan of taking photos. He remembered this one vividly—it was a rare occasion when he agreed to go to the zoo with Celeste. They had taken this Polaroid on a whim at
