Yamah’s POV I sat at the edge of my bed long before the sun came up. The world outside kept moving, but inside me everything felt stuck. The photograph rested in my hand.I had stared at it for hours, tracing its edges with my thumb like it might disappear if I let go. I remembered exactly when that happened, though I tried not to think about it too much.A small smile flickered across my face, but it hurt more than it comforted.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, though no one was there to hear me.My chest tightened. Guilt wrapped around my ribs like chains. I had left something behind. Something I should never have abandoned. Something that kept haunting me every time I looked at this picture.The door creaked open behind me.I quickly lowered the photograph, but not fast enough.“Babe?” Kylie’s voice was soft and hesitant. “Are you okay?”I forced a breath into my lungs and placed the picture face-down on the bedside table before turning toward her. She stood in the doorway wearing one o
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