But as I looked down at the stack of pictures in that box, I wasn’t sure whether to be excited or just a little devastated. Because I had never seen the face looking back up at me. Not once. But I knew whom it belonged to. Somehow. Some way. I knew. The woman couldn’t have been any older than eighteen. She was sitting in a pose with a purple gown and cap on, holding a fake diploma in one hand, her expression tight but smiling. Light olive-skinned. Medium-haired. She didn’t have the Miller green eyes, but why would she? “Know who it is?” Rip asked quietly, setting his hand back on my spine. I
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Omg what a man that’s insane
