Jean took the phone, confusion still in her eyes until the photo filled the screen.
She froze.
Her breath caught painfully in her throat. Her skin went cold, blood draining from her face.
"W-What…?" The pen she still clutched slipped from her fingers, clattering onto the floor.
She stared at the photo. Her face is soft in sleep but in reality she was passed out in shock, her body was bare and her shoulders exposed. Tyler beside her, half smiling, his hand clearly holding the camera.
Jean's lips moved, but no sound came out.
Why God? Why?
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The phone slipped from Jean's numb fingers, landing face down on the carpeted deck. Her knees gave away as she broke down on the ground.
She couldn't breathe. The pounding of her heart drowned out everything, even Logan's voice, concerned and urgent, asking her to say something.
