The boys aren’t looking at the camera, arguing together. Samantha is sticking her tongue out. Will and I have our heads tilted toward the other, just a little. David’s mouth is open, as if he was midsentence when the flash went off. Nora’s head is thrown back. Mom is flashing a spectacular smile, her back straight and eyes aimed right at the camera. Dad is looking at his wife, smiling sincerely. A knot forms in my throat. I look away. The last picture is of me and Will. I remember taking it with my phone and going to print it the next day. We’re at a concert, standing in front of the stage.
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