Colin said his piece and ducked into his room, hands covering his head as he ran.There wasn't much I could do about him. Riding out the last of the alcohol, I went through my phone and deleted every memory of Vivian, one by one.Once you turn the page, you turn the page.The photos deleted slowly, one progress bar at a time, and it felt like the memories were being pulled out of my head right along with them, inch by inch.The phone slipped out of my hand onto the carpet, and I sank into a hazy, half-formed dream.Until a soft laugh sounded somewhere near my ear.A face that looked exactly like Colin's loomed over me. "Stuart, it's been so long. Don't you recognize me?"I flinched back.Colin cracked the door open and called out guiltily, "Sis!"For the next few days, wherever Colin and I went, Adeline Reed always seemed to be right in the middle of it. By the third day, she was in nearly every single photo we'd taken.Colin grabbed my phone, put together a post, and sent it
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