A monster in bed...

Laid before us was a photo of his family framed with golden edges. The members of his family smiled brightly at the camera, except my man. He had an almost non-visible smile on. As per Maria, it was taken on Syl and Enrique's eighteenth birthday. They clicked a family photo of them four.

It was a beautiful memory. But like every other memory, he had hidden it inside Enrique's old room.

I glanced at him, his silence bothered me. A coldeness covered his irises as he stared at the photo. Jaw tight.

Without saying a word, he turned around to leave, but I grabbed his elbow before wrapping my arms around him.

"It's such a beautiful photo. Don't you think you should hang it in the living room or your bedroom?"

"Sandra," he warned. Voice thick.

"They are in a better place, Syl. They would want you to talk about them, smile at their memories and cherish the moments you spent with them. Not hide their memories in the darkest corner of your mansion," I said softly. "Today is your birt