[ She snorts, it's not a pleasant sound. Derisive. Harsh. She's not looking at him when the journal passes from her hands to his, saying nothing.
Oh. What was this? Oh— right. She'd forgotten about that, the small polaroid capturing two young boys in a happier time.
Elena slowly stoops to pick it up; how many times had she looked at it, flipping back to it while rereading the pages on Drake and Avery like it would hold the answer to an unknown question. ]
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Oh. What was this? Oh— right. She'd forgotten about that, the small polaroid capturing two young boys in a happier time.
Elena slowly stoops to pick it up; how many times had she looked at it, flipping back to it while rereading the pages on Drake and Avery like it would hold the answer to an unknown question. ]