![]() ![]() He bowed his head and squeezed his eyes shut as it dawned on him. Her mother’s birthday…it would have been today. And then something else registered in his brain. ![]() Her mom, he quickly realized, noting that the date of her death matched the date of the kid’s. On the other was a picture of a woman who looked uncannily like Taryn. One had a picture of the kid on, along with his date of birth and the date he had died with a small sort of ‘rest in peace’ type message. ![]() Inside the final two photo sleeves were small laminated cards. Trey wasn’t proud of the twinge of jealousy he felt at how the little kid had been more or less born with rights to her. On every picture he was standing protectively close to her, hugging her or holding her hand. The kid who Trey guessed was Joey had clearly been besotted with her. Even as a little girl Taryn’s hair had had all those different shades running through it. Spotting a little velvet book he flipped it open and realized it was actually a photo album. ![]()
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