~~RAPHAEL~~
Axel's caption is a simple, arrogant "Breakfast view."
My thumb hovers over the notification, a familiar mix of annoyance and curiosity stirring in my gut. Axel, again. He posts more than a teenager. I usually ignore it, but this time, I can't. Something feels different. I tap the screen.
And the image fills my phone: Axel's face, damp hair, and that smug grin, his arm wrapped around Peyton's neck. It's a headshot, framed by the mirror. I ignore his face and go straight to hers. Her smile is small, almost fragile, and her eyes are a little too wide, a hint of confusion in them that I know all too well. 'Cause she must be a confused person having an affair with someone like Axel. He's a glaring red flag.
I zoom in, my gaze fixed on her. I see a spiral of ink on my brother's
