I kept staring at the picture, too numb to form a clear thought.
In the picture, three people stood shoulder to shoulder. Soren was on the far left, and all the way to the right was a man, slightly older than Soren, but they looked very much alike.
Between the two handsome men was a woman—a stunning beauty. She had reddish, wavy hair and a sweet, tender smile. There was something in her posture that showed how soft and gentle she was.
The other man had his arm around her waist and I could tell the two of them were a couple. Probably married if the engagement ring on her finger was any indication.
I couldn't stop staring at Soren, though. He was young, and just as handsome and gorgeous as ever, however, he wasn't smiling into the camera like the other two were. It looked like at the
