"Wait, let’s get the photo from my room before I forget again," Lucian said, getting up from his seat. I followed him silently as he walked toward his room. I hated the layout of this house. Why were our rooms so far apart? We never spent time together because this ridiculous mansion required us to make an effort just to run into each other. When we entered his room, I lingered at the doorway, as always, his room was spotless. Too spotless. Maybe he had been sleeping in my room lately.
As he opened the drawer of the nightstand by his bed, I moved closer. He quickly retrieved the photo from the top and shut the drawer.
He handed me the photo, averting his eyes as if he didn’t want to see my reaction. It was a class picture from a spring picnic years ago. Seeing Aiden's face, I realized ho
