After keying myself into Devon’s condo, I headed straight for his liquor cabinet. I’d never taken anything from it. I truly wasn’t a big drinker, but this day called for it. I was already feeling mildly tipsy from the drink at my mother’s, and I wanted more oblivion. I pulled out the bottle of Grey Goose and took it into my room.
After taking a swig, I rummaged in the duffle I’d packed at Barry’s until my fingers found the photo album I’d taken. Until today I hadn’t had the nerve to look through it, but now with my righteous anger and liquid courage, I began to flip through the pages.
Most of the pictures were of the same young couple I’d seen in the pictures that had fallen out of the bible, but now they looked a decade older and had a toddler son and a baby girl, who I assumed to be my
