Chapter 58
Valentino's POV
I took it and looked bewildered as I opened it. These were images. I removed one. They belonged to the group. The picture I was holding was of Myrah and me laughing in a corner. I had a perfect memory of everything. I started to cry. For me, it was a really sentimental time.
"Mr. Alexander, I'll leave you alone. Later, we'll catch up."
I appreciate it, Mr. Garcia. This is really important to me.
It's a delight. I'm going now.
I observed him go as Martha led the way. I went back to looking at the pictures. About ten of them. Another one of her blowing a kiss in my direction was incredibly adorable. The other picture was of us smiling broadly as we waved to one another.
I sobbed openly. That hurt a lot. Knowing that it was likely that I may never see her again made the memories too agonizing. Her chuckles, pouts, jokes, and adorable childlike movements I really missed them all. I also missed our little secrets.
