She and Ethan were standing outside a restaurant.
He had one hand against her back.
She was laughing at something beyond the camera.
I’d kept the picture beside an older one of Lauren receiving a school award.
New life beside old life.
Now the newer photograph was gone.
“Could she have taken it?” Ruth asked.
“Why would she?”
“Ask her.”
“She doesn’t want questions.”
Ruth looked at me.
“That doesn’t mean you’re forbidden from asking one.”
I closed the album.
“Not today.”