Get Out

Kaden

“That’s good to know,” she replied, seemingly making a decision before opening the file and taking out a smallish, square wooden block. “I have a present for you.”

She handed the wooden block over upside down. The clamps on the back of it hinted that it was a photo frame, but I wasn’t prepared for the photo it held. It was one of Dad and I fishing when I was a kid.

A photo I both treasured and often resented for giving me hope that we might be like the dad and the kid in the photo again someday. A photo I knew was supposed to be tucked away deep in one of the drawers at my place. “Where did you find it?”

“While I was packing your stuff the other day, I saw it in your drawer,” she admitted, a hopeful smile tugging at her lips. “I had it framed so it can go on your desk. I thought you might like to have the memory with you while you’re settling in this office.”

“So you went through my stuff?” I arched a brow, trying but failing to sound incredulous and disappointed.

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