Chapter 47

Chapter 47 Brooklyn

As Remington's family life explodes behind me, I follow Lucas and my other guard out of the room and into the hall.

The three of us hurry towards the door, confusion roiling in me. I had no idea that I would be the cause of so much strife.

Before I step out the door, though, I hear a little voice call out behind me.

"Wait!"

Logan is running down the stairs, a book in his little hands. He dashes to meet me at the door.

"I found this in my closet!" he says. "A long time ago."

He holds the book up to me, and I can see that it's a photo album. I take it from him gently and flip it open, shocked at what I see.

Images of my mother's wedding day to Alpha Remington.

And, wow... I'm in them.

"That's you, right?" Logan says, peeking at the pages of the book, pointing at the picture of my mother. "No. That was my mom. Thank you for showing it to me, Logan," I say softly, looking down at him gratefully.

I push it back towards him as the noise escalates in the next room.

it," Logan says, smiling up at me. "And maybe, when you come back, you can

big, mischievous smile, and I can't

up at the sound of a crash I hear from the

go," he says,

you be okay,

he says, grinning at me with confidence. "This happens

I hesitate.

guards says,

my guard. "I'll be

look concerned. "With a present," he says, and smiles

the way home, I clutch the photo album in my hands, not

into the house, almost like he's been waiting there the whole time. "That was a fast family dinner." He smirks at me as he leans against the wall

off my coat and handing it to the waiting

you to have the pleasure of getting to know Louisa Remington all on your own. Tell me, how long

arms around myself, the photo album pressed against my chest.

he can notice the album in my

don't want to share it yet. Not with anyone. Right now, this

twenty minutes," Aden calls after me as I head up the stairs. "Considering Remington didn't

but don't look back

alone in my room, I sit on my bed and page through the album. It's shocking to me how much is familiar

I guess it makes sense that I don't remember any of it. But even at a glance, I can tell how precious I was to my father on this

the altar with him as he said his vows to my mother, a hand on my little

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