hundred pieces,” Rafael says to my back. “Do that, and I’ll replace it with one of your baby ones.” I cap the dry-erase marker and return it to its spot above the board. His eyes narrow. “What are you talking about?” “Turns out your aunt has a whole collection of photo albums dedicated to you.” He blinks twice. “She showed you those?” “Yup. Right before she brought out some old home videos.” My gaze flicks over him. “For someone so surly and antisocial, you sure wanted to be the center of attention when you were younger. But who could blame you with that karaoke machine of yours?”
