Chapter 6 Bring The Photograph

• "Which photograph?" I said. I made my voice light, like it was a silly question. "I don't know what she means, Uncle."
• Desmond kept his hand on my shoulder. He smiled at me the way he had smiled at the funeral, the way he smiled at everyone. "She said you should bring it. That's what I heard."
• "She's tired," Alaric said. He stepped between us before I could say anything else. "My grandfather has been under anesthesia for two hours. He probably asked for a family picture, and she got it mixed up."