My jaw dropped as I stared at the photograph.
It was impossible.
There was no way Elena could have known Aaron.
I blinked and leaned closer, studying the picture again, hoping I was mistaken.
But I wasn't.
The girl standing beside Aaron was unmistakably Elena.
She looked younger in the photograph, of course. Her hair was shorter and fuller, falling around her shoulders in soft curls. The same curls she used to wear years ago, back when she was the bright, confident girl everyone in school admired.
The curly-haired school star.
My fingers tightened around the edges of the album.
How was this possible?
Why was my sister in Aaron's family album?
And why did they look so… close?
None of it made sense.
A sudden urge to get answers pushed me to my feet. I closed the album quickly and stepped out of my room, heading down the hallway toward Aaron's mother's room.
Maybe she could explain.
Maybe there was a simple reason for this.
