After trying another round shifting lights, moving props, asking Karl and the kids to play instead of pose, they'd ended up right back where they'd started: a folder full of photos that just didn't feel right. The rain hadn't helped, tapping harder against the windows until the light in the room turned that dull, greyish tone that made everything look washed out.
Ruby stood with her arms crossed, one hand rubbing her temple as she watched the photographer scroll through the images again, her mouth pressed into a flat line.
Karl shoulders slumped forward, his sleeves rumpled and his hair a mess. His blue eyes looked glassy, rimmed pink like he'd been fighting back tears for the last half hour. He kept stealing small glances at Ruby, as if trying to figure out if she was mad at him.
