[ Elena's seen this picture so many times since she'd found the journal in her mailbox two and a half weeks back. She's studied it, looked it over from front to back, like that alone is the answer to her biggest clue yet. She doesn't protest at first when the Polaroid is snatched from her, blinking as she looks at her empty hand.
But then she frowns, looking at him, annoyed that he would be so quick to rip it away from her. ]
What—? What the hell is your deal, seriously.
First the journal and now this picture?
[ What do two young boys have to do with Drake? With Henry Avery?
Normally she's on the ball in being able to read him, figuring him out before he can process how he's going to explain something, but this is a completely brand new ball park for her. He's being tight-lipped for a reason. ]
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But then she frowns, looking at him, annoyed that he would be so quick to rip it away from her. ]
What—? What the hell is your deal, seriously.
First the journal and now this picture?
[ What do two young boys have to do with Drake? With Henry Avery?
Normally she's on the ball in being able to read him, figuring him out before he can process how he's going to explain something, but this is a completely brand new ball park for her. He's being tight-lipped for a reason. ]