Liora’s POV
Saturday afternoon had settled into one of those quiet stretches where nobody seemed to know exactly what they were going to do next.
Gina had gone out for a while, and Mina was in her room, leaving Karl and me in the living room with the television playing quietly in the background. Karl had been going through the photos on my phone, scrolling past pictures from work, random photographs I had taken around New York, and several pictures Gina had insisted on taking of me when I hadn't been paying attention.
He stopped suddenly.
“Mom?”
I looked over from the book in my hands. “What?”
“Do we have any pictures together?”
I lowered the book.
“I think so.”
Karl kept scrolling.
“There are pictures of you.”
“Yes.”
“And pictures of me.”
“Yes.”
“But not many of us together.
