There was just the trace of a smile, and he held her gaze for a moment. He flipped pages, finding the picture of her as a child, on the beach, in profile, staring at the water. “I was wondering what you were thinking when this picture was taken.”
She laughed. “I was five, Gabriel. I was probably wondering why the water was cold, or why my sand castle was dissolving.”
He smiled, and flipped through a couple of pages in the other photo album, finding the picture from the White Mountains, the mist swirling around the peaks. “I really like this one.”