C24 Tarryn

Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

I locked the door behind me and lifted my phone with shaking hands. The picture was from years ago, another lifetime, in Minnesota. I looked awful in it—pale, my hair a mess, my youthful face taut with stress.

Robbie had taken that picture. The last time I’d seen it was tucked into the side of his mirror in his bedroom. It was a warning, a reminder