Chapter 5

"Don't worry, Ms. Lark. I may not be a saint, but I'm not that depraved, either."

I shook my head as I followed Ryan inside.

The house was large and clean, and almost desolately so.

We didn't seem to have much to talk about.

Ryan went to the kitchen while I hurriedly sat on the couch. I suddenly noticed a book placed in the cabinet beside the bookshelf. It looked quite familiar.

It was a Paxford High yearbook.

Caleb and I graduated from Paxford High, and the yearbook was from the year I graduated as well.

Would this yearbook contain photos of me, and Caleb too?

I was about to sneakily flip it open when Ryan came out of the kitchen.

He had grabbed two bottles of water, and now, he placed them onto the cabinet. He pressed a hand against the book, halting my actions.

"Nothing interesting to see here."

He was right. I shouldn't touch other people's stuff, anyway.

I was a little mad at myself, so I changed the topic.

"Um, thanks for helping me and my brother out. I'll slowly pa