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A small, conscious effort. The line between accidental and intentional meant everything.
She just stood there and stared, squinting at him like he was written in another language.
Gotta capture the moment, Jackson had said, snapping a shot. Memories fade. So do pictures, David had thought, but he’d smiled and posed anyways.
Some people forget, he thought. A bad thing happens to them and their mind sweeps in and buries the bad thing deep, and all that’s left is a stretch of white in their heads, like fresh snow. Looking at it—at them—you wouldn’t even know anything was trapped beneath.
He could see a life from here. Not his life, that was gone, but a life. It was time for a fresh start.
