Chapter Twenty
Video Chat
Five Years Ago
A Thursday
Teagan:You’re online!
Silas:Sorry I haven’t been on much.
Teagan:That’s okay. How’s it been?
Silas:Okay.
Silas:Took this photo for you.
Teagan:The Pont des Arts! OMG! You went!
Silas:I got Erin to go with me.
Teagan:Ooh. You two have spent a lot of time together.
Silas:Uh, yeah. Sad news about the bridge, though—they’re shutting it down.
Teagan:No! Why?
Silas:The weight of the locks is messing with the structural integrity of the bridge or something. They’re going to cut them down and replace the rails with glass.
Teagan:I can’t believe I’ll never get to see it. Do you have more pictures?
Silas:I knew you’d ask. Here are three more photos.
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Teagan:Aww. You even took a selfie. You hate selfies.
Silas:I thought you’d want one.
Teagan:Did you take one with Erin?
Silas:No.
Teagan:Why not?
Silas:I don’t know. It was your thing and it felt too weird.
Silas:I’m sorry you don’t get to see the real thing.
Teagan:All those love stories.
Silas:All those padlocks.
Silas:People still have all their love stories.