Chapter 4

The TV quickly showed a blurry old photo.

It was my senior year ID photo.

I was wearing a white shirt, my hair in a ponytail, and I was smiling a little foolishly.

It was a long time before Spencer finally came back to himself, as if waking from a daze.

He rushed up to the TV, reaching out to touch the photo, but his hand froze in midair, then dropped with a heavy thud.

He swiped the remote off the table, sending it crashing to the floor, breaking into pieces.

"This is fake. It's all fake," Spencer choked out.