Tristan.
Was he her brother?
But she had always said she didn’t have any family left.
My stomach twisted.
Which meant…
He was gone too.
I set the photo down carefully on my dresser and turned to my bed, where the other pictures I had saved were scattered. Each one was a fragment of something I barely remembered. Pieces of a life that had ended before I was old enough to understand it.
A thought pressed forward, impossible to ignore.
What if this wasn’t the only one?
What if she had hidden more?
“Lila! Get down here and eat before it gets cold. I won’t be warning you again!”
Hannah’s voice cut through the air, sharp and impatient.
My stomach turned at the thought of food, but I couldn’t ignore her.
“I’m going to the bathroom!” I called back, buying myself a little more time.
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