Lynn ‘sPOV

I found the box at the back of the closet on a Sunday morning.

It wasn't labeled. I knew what was in it anyway — I'd packed it myself, in the apartment, one of the last things I'd wrapped before we closed the door on that life. I'd been putting off opening it since we got back.

Asher was asleep. The twins were with Brad on the south field. The suite was quiet.

I sat down on the floor with the box and opened it.

The first photograph was from Ice ...