“Indulging in some nostalgia,” Phoebe replied. She waved him near. “Come look. I was so cute.” Silas wandered over compliantly. When he peered at the photograph she was holding out, he found a black-and-white page of a much younger Phoebe dressed in an oversize nightgown, knee-high in garden grass. A smile jumped to his face immediately. “I remember when you looked like this.”
