(Sebastian’s POV)The photograph appeared on a Wednesday.I’d been going through a box of things I’d pulled from the back of my closet during a bout of end-of-year tidying, the kind of unsentimental organisation I did every December, keeping what was useful and discarding what was only taking up space. Old cables. A jacket I’d outgrown in the metaphorical sense if not the literal. A folder of documents from my previous job that had no reason to exist anymore. At the bottom of the box, tucked inside a book I hadn’t opened in three years, was a photograph.I was twenty-three in it. Standing in front of a lake somewhere in Colorado with two people I’d since lost contact with, squinting into the sun, looking like someone who was doing a reasonable impression of being happy. My hair was shorter. My expression had the unguarded quality of a younger face that hasn’t yet learned to manage itself.I held it for a moment. Then I looked up and found Reed watching me from across the room.“What i
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