Billy dropped the stack of books on his desk, creating a loud thud and unsettling a lot of dust. His hand closed on empty air when he attempted to catch a falling picture, and it hit the floor with a shattering sound. Carefully, he picked up the picture frame and gathered the broken pieces of glass. At least the picture hadn’t been damaged. He stared at the smiling faces of him, Nicole, and his parents. It was the last photo they’d taken together, so long ago, yet it was the most recent picture he had of them. Dad had never liked professional photos that much. It had taken a long time to convince him to have one taken. Now, his parents were both gone.
He wondered how Nicole was doing with all of this. He hadn’t spoken to her since before the funeral. He should never have left that to her
