They could have been siblings.
Or something else.
But the resemblance between them was enough for me to lean toward the first.
I flipped it over.
“Sadie and Tristan Blossom.”
The names were written in faded ink.
I had just begun to process it when the sound of the door opening made me turn sharply.
Lila stood there.
Her gaze went straight to my hands.
Disgust twisted across her face as she walked toward me, fast, deliberate.
“What are you doing in here?” she demanded.
I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, her attention dropped to the broken glass on the floor.
“Did you break it?” she asked.
She didn’t wait for an answer. She stepped forward and snatched the photos from my hands, pulling them close to her chest like I might take them back.
“I didn’t break it,” I said. “
