"Ethan, I… I didn't want you to see them. I happened to find them while I was cleaning up." Abigail admitted, her voice filled with remorse. "Those pictures... They are a memory of the time before I met you. I kept them to remember the past, but they don't have the same meaning anymore, trust me."
Ethan's eyes looked suspiciously at Abigail. "But why do you keep them Abigail? If they no longer have the same meaning, why do you keep them?"
Abigail sighed and put the broom on the floor, then walked over to Ethan and gently took his hand. "Ethan…" She started to speak, but Ethan cut her off, gently pulling her hand away from his. He hesitated before opening his mouth to say,...