I quietly returned to my seat, flipping through the photo album once more, my thoughts elsewhere. But soon, a faded old photograph caught my attention.
It was a picture of Lucas with a young woman. Lucas looked youthful, likely in his early twenties, and the girl was around the same age. She was beautiful. What struck me most was Lucas's arm casually draped over her shoulder—a detail I couldn't ignore.
A swirl of emotions flooded my chest, a mix of jealousy and confusion. I wanted to study the picture more closely, but before I could, a hand reached out and snatched it away.
"Kieran, are these really photos you want people to see? Why would you show them to my wife?" Lucas quickly gathered the remaining pictures into the box, his expression betraying a rare trace of embarrassment.
Kieran chuckled.
"What's the harm in looking? Are you finally admitting that your sense of style back then was questionable? Or do you think you look bad now?"