They looked completely and utterly normal. Everything Alec didn’t feel right now. He couldn’t figure out if he was relieved or angry about it.
Uncle Martin perched on the corner of the desk, watching him flip through the aging pages. They stuck together whenever he tried to turn to the next one, the plastic crinkling audibly when Alec had to force them apart. Nobody had looked at this album in years. If ever.
Now that, Alec was pissed about.
“We grew up here,” Uncle Martin said, like it wasn’t absolutely obvious from the photos. Not a single one had been taken somewhere else.
“How did he meet my mom?”
“At college. He insisted on going, and there was nothing any of us could do to stop him.”
That fit with what little he knew as well as the timeline. His mother had been twenty-three whe
