Elena’s pov

It was a picture of his mother with the two girls, taken a few years earlier. The three of them were standing close together, smiling at the camera, and there was something easy about the way they looked at one another.

Caleb stopped.

Just for a moment.

Sheila noticed.

“Oh, that one.” She smiled. “That was the summer we went to Cape Cod.”

Caleb looked at the picture again.

“You went with Daniel?”

“And the girls.”

He nodded slowly.

“It looks ...