Alyssa
After Jake and Bernard left the room, I stood there, staring at the door for a moment, my mind still reeling from everything Jake had just told me.
Slowly, I glanced down at the photo in my hand—the one of my parents, so young and happy, holding me as a baby. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. How did Jake have this? Why didn’t anyone ever tell me?
I took out my cellphone, quickly snapping a picture of the photo before slipping it back into the album. As I looked around the room, something else caught my eye—a thick, old photo album resting on the shelf where Jake had found the first picture. Curiosity gnawed at me, and I found myself opening it.
Flipping through the pages, I stopped when I saw another photo of me as a baby—this time with not just my parents, but Jake as a c
