~WILLOW~
They were everywhere. My sister and my husband. They must have taken a million pictures together for there to be this many. How many times did he kiss her? How many times have they done even more?
My stomach churned at just the thought of it.
Why would anyone choose to play such a foolish prank on us? I was still heartbroken from Anya's death. None of these people actually loved her, yet they seemed to believe otherwise. Rather than comfort me after losing my sister, these people preferred to scar me emotionally.
I was still trying to gain the affection of Dante. With all of these pictures, his emotion for Anya would only resurface.
"We need to get these pictures down," Autumn tells Clarissa. "Immediately."
They were thinking the same thing that I was. However, I knew n
