The leaves on the bush behind Nora were just little buds in the picture. I tried to remember how warm it had seemed to us then, and how happy we were that spring had started to come. That was such a long time ago! Rachel and I were so different then, before everything happened. We were like children. I remembered how I had wished we would never grow up and that things would never change. In the back of my mind I must have known they would.
I let myself sit there and cry for a while, in memory of the way we had been. Then I got up and went inside.
