"Julie, is this.." I whispered, feeling nausea overwhelming me.
We had just put the kids down for their nap, and luckily, they all fell asleep without any trouble. While I tucked Noah in- Yes, I finally could go upstairs! Err.. was allowed to. It was still just as hard going up as it had been before- Julie disappeared for a moment, only to return with a small, leather photo album. I was too busy unattaching Noah's hands from my hair to notice where she got it from.
Only once we were in the safety of my room did she take it from behind her back. Quickly, she flipped through the tattered pages. She grimaced, then turned the book so I could see.
I couldn't believe my eyes. It couldn't be real.
"Julie," I repeated. I couldn't stare at it much longer or I'd puke. Again. "Julie, put it awa
