Alpha's Regret After I Died
I could tell by the look on her face that she saw something that hurt her.
Slowly, with trembling fingers, she opened the drawer all the way.-There, tucked neatly between a few old files, was a framed photo. I watched over her shoulder.
It was of Lumian and Judy.
The two of them were smiling—carefree, frozen in time like nothing and no one else mattered. Liz just stared at it. Not a single word slipped from her lips, but I could see the way her shoulders drew inward, how her breath hitched even though she tried to hide it.