NICOLE’S POV Someone was here. Again. But this time was different. There were photos strewn all over the place and some were hanging from the walls. I could feel my heart racing in my chest as I considered the only thing this photograph could be about. When I felt a hand on my shoulder, I spun around almost immediately just in case it was the intruder. I had completely forgotten about Jake. His face was set in a tight frown, while his eyes darted around the room in alert. “Are you alright?” he asked. But I could not find the words to form a fitting response. The question sounded insane to me. Did I look like I was okay? But I just shrugged off his hand and staggered forward. I knelt down in front of a pile of photos and with shaky fingers, I picked up a picture. Tears rolled down m