Justin reached for Wes’s pillow to help prop up his knee when Wes tried to bunch the blanket beneath him. Too late, Wes realized what Justin would find. “Wait, don’t—” Justin froze, pillow in hand. There, in all its glory, was the rumpled photo of the two of them, crease lines, ragged edges, tearstains, and all. Wes grabbed the photo and hid it beneath his thigh.
