The glossy paper felt cold against my fingers.

“Take a look at this,” I said.

Ethan glanced over at the square in my hand.

He saw himself smiling for the camera, and he saw Vanessa standing right beside him.

“It’s a group photo,” he said.

“Look at where her hand is,” I said.

The light turned green.

Ethan pressed the gas, and we moved forward into the dark stretch of road leading toward our neighborhood.