Chapter 10: Remembering the past

Taine and I walked up an old staircase to the attic and he warned me of the broken planks I nearly stepped on.

“Sorry, it’s a bit dusty up here.” He said full of sympathy as he dusted off one of the boxes.

“A bit?” I laughed as I took in my surroundings. The attic had a small window which light shone through and landed on a pile of old photo frames. I picked one up and saw a black and white photo of the Orphanage in 1994 which made it 23 years old. I recognized a younger version of Anne holding a young boy and my aunt in the photograph. 

“Is that your brother?” I asked as Taine stood behind me.

“Yes, he was 2 then and would have been 25 this year. My mom was 19 then.” He replied and picked up another photograph. “This was taken before the accident.”

The boy was an older more mature version of Taine, but he had