*Claire*
Immediately, as I walk through the front door and step through the hallway, I see both of them together on the couch. My stomach is immediately in my shoes and my head is spinning.
They are not 'together' together on the couch, but it is far too close for my comfort.
Nathaniel and Amber are sitting on the couch with barely a hair's breadth between them. She is laughing, and there is such a wide, warm smile on his face that it makes my heart ache.
Amber leans over against Nathaniel's arm as she holds up what looks like a Polaroid picture in between her fingers. She is shaking her head in disbelief as if the memory etched onto that fragment of chemical and cardboard is absolutely unbelievable. Nathaniel's eyes are fixated on it too. He seems hypnotized by whatever is there on
