I recognize the look on his face as the same one that's been on mine for the past six months. He is missing his mom too.

When he flicks his eyes back up to me they are playful though, and the corners of his mouth are raised slightly.

“Breaking and entering, eh? Wouldn’t have pegged you for the type.”

I unclench my teeth. “Just one of my many talents.”

Where did that come from?

He stares at me for a beat, making my cheeks burn, before looking back down at the picture. He runs his thumb over the dust, revealing our mother’s faces effortlessly. If only it were that easy.

“This has to be your mom.” He says, almost caressing her red curls.

“What was your first clue?” I say reaching out to t...

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