Ethan POV
Pictures were scattered all over the floor as I arranged most of them into a large storage box.
The basement looked exactly the same.
Just older.
Dustier.
Forgotten.
One particular picture caught my attention.
I picked it up slowly, and a small smile tugged at my lips.
It was a picture of Lily and me with Mom and Grandma — all of us covered in melted ice cream.
Lily had just turned four that day.
Mom took us to an amusement park, where we stuffed ourselves with snacks, candies, and ice cream until we almost got sick.
The picture dragged memories back with painful clarity.
Actually...
All of them did.
I inhaled shakily before placing the photograph into the box with the others.
After packing everything neatly, I stood up and grabbed a broom, cleaning the dusty basem
