After that day, Reid actually started comparing me to Luke.
Maybe I really did fall short in every way. He even started forbidding people from mentioning me in front of him. Even just the letter "J" was off limits.
He wiped every trace of me from the estate. Like I'd never even set foot in the place I'd called home for five years.
Then one day, my phone got a text about an overdue bill. And it seemed like he finally remembered there was still one little piece of me left in this world.
I walked over and sat down next to Mr. Stone. Under the glow of the floor lamp, I could see the shattered screen, and that one photo of us together, my lock screen.
Reid's thumb accidentally tapped the gallery, and the phone asked for a password.
He tried a bunch of times. All wrong.
Eventually, the ga
