Addie followed Auggie to the back room, leaning against the door frame as he acted like a secret agent in his own room. “I’m sorry, are you James Bond?” She asked, like the true brat she was. But she walked over to his bed anyway and plopped down next to the chest. Addie sorted through all the old, antique photos of people she didn’t know from places she hadn’t seen. “What is all this? Like a weird fetish thing you’re finally coming clean about?”
August rolled his eyes at her but took a seat next to her and sorted through the photos, a little smile on his face. “I mean... I guess so.” He replied, shrugging a bit as he studied a photo. “I’ve stolen them from parties over the years. That one you’re holding actually has a lot of sentimental value, it’s the first one I stole from Lydia’s parents house. It was a good party.” He smiled fondly at it, then looked up at Addie.












