The Love We Lost
Chapter Six:
Things We Remember
Amara didn't sleep.
The photograph lay on the hotel desk all night.
She had turned it face down.
Then face up.
Then face down again.
As if changing its position could somehow change what it meant.
It couldn't.
The picture showed Ethan and Victoria standing outside a restaurant. Victoria was smiling. Ethan wasn't.
But it was the date that kept pulling Amara back.
Three days before the night she had believed everything had fallen apart.
Three days.
Amara sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the photograph.
She remembered that night with painful clarity.
The rain.
The phone call.
Victoria's name.
The photograph someone had sent her.
Ethan's explanation—or what she remembered as an explanation.
She had been too angry to li
