The Memory Thief

SIENNA'S POV

"What the fuck?" Kiera's voice had shifted—the anger draining away, replaced by something smaller, something scared. She held the recital photo in her hands, and I watched them shake. It was the same photo I couldn't remember taking, and from the look on her face, neither could she.

"I don't know," I said, my voice quiet in the dim room. "I found it in Dad's box."

Kiera picked up the