Forever Yours, Alpha
she said, pulling a folded paper from the back pocket of her jeans and handing it to me.
I unfolded it. It was a photo of a girl riding a wooden rocking horse in front of a decently sized bungalow. She had a huge grin on her face, as if she were laughing at something in front of her. She was missing a front tooth, her blond hair tied in pigtails, the curled ends brushing her shoulders. The child was young—about four years old in human years. The camera was too far to see if her eyes were Declan’s or mine, but not too far to notice that she looked like me when I was about her age.
“I took that photo from their house,” Lia added as I handed the picture to Declan, fighting to hold back my tears
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