6, My muse's old family portrait.
"That's my family," Nora said quietly. It was hte last picture they had taken before hte divorce. If you looked at, you couldn't tell that her parents were always fighting or that Mia cried herself to sleep more often than not. "From a long time ago."
It was a warm day out but Nora still shivered as she looked at the photo. "Those are my parents and that's my sister Mia. She was four years younger than me, the baby of the family. I was always supposed to watch her. But...but I didn't and..." Nora felt the bullet ripping through her sister's flesh as though the pain were her own.