have chosen.
I reached for the phone, but he covered it with his hand.
“This is ridiculous.” I looked at Evan. “What is going on here?”
His voice was quiet.
“Maybe you should ask him why he doesn’t want you to see it.”
I reached for the phone, but he covered it with his hand.
Daniel closed his eyes.
For one second, he looked twenty years older.
Then he moved his hand.
I turned the phone over.
The screen showed a photo of a photograph, one old enough that the colors had started fading.
I turned the phone over.
Daniel was standing outside what looked like an apartment building. He couldn’t have been older than twenty-five.
A woman stood beside him.
Pretty. Blond. Smiling.
His arm was around her shoulders.
Her stomach was slightly rounded; a small but unmistakable pregnancy bump.
A woman stood beside him.
I looked at the
