Chapter One The Truth Behind the DoorPhina’s POV The camera hit the ground with a crack that echoed through my chest.I didn't pick it up. I couldn't. My hands were frozen at my sides, my fingers still curled in the shape of something I'd been holding moments ago. The lens, my lens, the one I'd saved three months of tips from the café to buy stared up at me from the floor, shattered into a web of glass that caught the moonlight like a fractured mirror.But I wasn't looking at the camera.I was looking at them.Alaric stood in the center of the small storage room, his back against a stack of old yearbooks, his shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. His hair was mussed, his lips were swollen, and his arm was wrapped around someone I knew too well.Flair.My best friend.She was wearing the dress she'd begged me to help her pick out. Emerald green, backless, the one I'd told her made her look like a movie star. Her dark hair was tangled, her makeup smudged, and she was looking at me
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