#CHAPTER 118: Apologies

Sarah POV Jordan talked in the helicopter back to the villa. And talked. “Some of the pictures were weird,” he said. “Like, they were small and kinda, I dunno, underdone.” “They were Polaroids,” I said. “What’s that?” “The photos you’re talking about.” “Most were printed out, and some were, like, you could tell the person didn’t even know they were having their picture taken. Those were the worst, like, but I don’t know why. I mean, they were sad even though the people in them weren’t sad.” “Maybe you were sad because you knew what it meant to see their photo,” Zane said. “I guess, but they were like the living people too.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “The living people, they were sad, so thin and everything.” “You mean that they didn’t look healthy?” I asked. Jordan shrugged with his right shoulder only, almost hitting his ear with it. “I guess. But they didn’t just, I mean, Mom gets sick with hay fever, and she doesn’t look like that.” “Like what?” Zane as