Heat overwhelms me, pooling in my cheeks as blood pounds in my ears. I step closer, up to the first photo: me in a red dress, laughing into a glass of red wine, another glass dangling from my fingertips, this one filled with Skittles and M&M’s. I swallow the lump in my throat as I catch the tag hanging below the picture, Emmett’s handwriting scrawled over it. The first day of my life. “The night we met.”
