Reid doesn't answer his damn phone.
How inconvenient.
I leave a few swear combinations on his voicemail, then I go back to staring at the photo.
I'm wearing a white satiny dress with a purple sash, and my hair is held up in a bun. Reid is wearing a black tux and his hands are stuck in the pockets.
Why can't I remember this? How can I forget a face like Reid's?
I run my fingers over my cute, chubby face. I was pretty and adorable then; years before Jordan turned me into a cold blooded asshole.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I gaze at the younger version of Reid. He must have been ten then because he's two years older than me.
Mia sticks her head into the room
"Dinner is ready."
"I'll be out in a minute."
"What's that?"
I quickly push the photo back into my pocket.
"No
