He cleared his throat, a tiny hint of awkwardness slipping into his voice. "Help me too," he said quietly. "Click some photos of us… and the babies… and the scenery. Like the ones you took. They were… very good."
His tone was calm, but his eyes were a little too steady, as if he was pretending this was not a big deal. Alina nodded with a soft smile. "Of course."
She picked up his phone and immediately noticed it felt brand new. Smooth, untouched corners. No scratches. It almost looked unused.
She tapped the screen. There was no password, not even a simple pattern.
Just an open home screen that looked cleaner than the phones displayed in stores.
Her brows lifted slightly in surprise, but she said nothing and opened the gallery to see how he stored photos. Her suspicion was instantly confirmed.
His gallery had almost nothing. No random screenshots. No selfies. No saved memes. Not even a cluttered folder of forgotten downloads.
Just a few lonely albums.
One was entirely black.
