Oh my God, they were identical.
Both had dark, slightly curly hair, very pale skin, and deep blue eyes. Even their builds were the same. The only difference was that Easton’s father didn’t have tattoos on his arms.
When the sound of the shower stopped, I quickly hid the photograph inside my pants and slammed the closet doors shut.
“Looks like you found it,” he said, making me jump.
Had he seen me hide it?
“Zoe’s clothes,” he continued when he noticed my confusion. “I think that’s the last of her stuff still here.”
Easton walked toward the closet, and my heart immediately started racing.
What would happen if he discovered I had stolen that photograph? Would he be angry?
Honestly, I didn’t even know why I had taken it. I had simply panicked.
Now it was far too late to regret it.
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