"It's probably nothing."
"That's what everybody says right before it's something."
I opened my mouth.
Closed it.
Because he wasn't wrong.
Unfortunately.
The boys snickered.
Beast glared.
The snickering stopped.
Immediately.
He carefully opened the top flap.
Everyone waited.
Silence.
Then Beast reached inside.
His jaw tightened.
Slowly.
Dangerously.
He pulled out more photographs.
My heart stopped.
It was me.
Standing outside the feed store three days ago.
I hadn't known anyone was taking pictures.
The next photo showed me leaving the church.
Another showed me at the diner.
Another at the ranch.
Another standing beside Dad.
Another I was standing beside Beast.
The blood drained from my face.
Dad swore.
The boys stopped smiling.
