A sad look crossed Skye's face as she remembered. They were playing in the forest, the same day that picture was taken, and a fire had started. Skye ran away in the opposite direction that Bray had. The next day, when he didn't come out to play, she figured he died and her mother packed up their stuff, sold their house, and they moved. She hadn't seen him since.
((Decided to make it sorta dramatic.))