I flipped a page, and my hand stilled. The photo I’d glued to the paper was gone. I’d decorated the area surrounding it with drawings of trees, marsh grass, and the pond where the picture had been taken. It should’ve been three smiling faces looking back at me. Violet, me, and Ford. My fingers skimmed across the page where the snapshot had been, the paper torn away just slightly. Had the glue dried out and the photo come loose?
