“It’s like I’m looking at a stranger. Like I’m looking at photos of people I’ve never met. Even me. I don’t recognise me in this . . .” He frowned again, his eyes teary. “I look so happy. And I don’t remember . . . I feel . . . cheated. Like this was taken away from me.” A tear escaped and he wiped it away with the back of his hand and stared at the photo. “All I ever wanted was . . . this.”
