Her hands shot away from the camera. She let out a startled cry. “Oh! Sorry!” I cried, backing away. “Sorry! Really! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—” The camera felt warm in my hands. I reached for the square photo that slid from the slot. “Give me that!” Shari demanded. She swiped the snapshot away from me. “What have you done to me?” “It was an accident!” I shouted. “You know I didn’t mean to snap it.” Shari stared down at the square as it started to develop. “What have you done? What have you done?” she repeated. Her voice trembled more each time she said it. I saw that her hand was shaking. “I told you not to bring out the camera,” Shari cried. “I begged you to leave it at home.” “Shari, I’m sorry,” I apologized again. “Maybe it won’t be so bad. Maybe—” She swallowed hard. “Maybe I’ll disappear again, Greg. Maybe I’ll disappear forever.” “No!” I cried. “Don’t say that. Please—” We both stared down at the photo.
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