Adele:
Again—what the f*****g hell is this?
Why did this hidden drawer contain… my pictures?
My fingers trembled as I reached inside, pulling out a small stack of neatly printed photos. There were five of them, all familiar, yet seeing them here—in Cole’s secret drawer—made my stomach twist with something I couldn’t quite place.
I flipped through them slowly, my breath catching as realization sank in.
These weren’t just random pictures.
They were from my i********:.
Pictures I had posted months ago. Ones I barely remembered. Some were casual selfies, while others were moments I had captured without thinking much of it—me laughing in a café, staring off at the sunset, even one where I was adjusting my hair in the mirror.
Cole had printed them.
Stored them.
Hid them.
But why?
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