Star ran her fingers over the edge of the photograph, its corners slightly curled from years of being handled. It was a picture of them—her and Asher, barely sixteen, lying in the grass behind his house, limbs tangled, faces caught in matching grins. The sun had kissed their skin golden, and Asher’s messy curls had flopped over his forehead, a look she had once sworn made him irresistible. It was a