The album was charred, but not beyond recognition. You'd saved it from the fire, when you knew you'd never see Reno again, when he burned down his house to join the Turks.

Your favorite photo was somewhere near the middle, an idyllic shot of a chubby-cheeked Reno on a rusty tricycle.

He promised to share, but he never did.

He was a liar, even then.

Your second favorite was the last one, of a gangly, grinning teenaged Reno with his arm slung around a girl. She was smiling, and there was a sparkle where the camera flash glinted off of her cheap silver ring.

i "When I get a job, I'll marry ya, a'right? So wear this for me, until I can buy you a diamond." /i

That girl was you.

He was a liar, even then.