Bridget. The girl that Julian had said he loved who Nicholas had stolen away from him.
This girl in the picture, wearing a bright smile, wedged between Julian and Nicholas, was her. A younger version than who she was now, but at least I finally had a face to place with the name.
Even as a young teenager, she was beautiful, with a head of loose blonde curls, and a big, toothy smile. Her blue eyes were bright with life and joy. She seemed the kind of person that lightened those around her, if Nicholas’s and Julian’s easy, matching smiles were anything to go by.
Nicholas finished dressing and came closer. “The three of us were thick as thieves back then. We did everything together. Julian, ever the instigator, led us straight into trouble. Bridget followed him blindly, and I followed her.”
