He let out a exasperating sigh, "we both know I've never been innocent," his eyes looked over his younger self, "my family. God even Finn looks smug then," he took the picture off the board, he was going to crumple it up, but instead, slid it into his pocket.
"That," he pointed to the little brunette girl, is my Hope." He had named her perfectly, she was his Hope, his family hope to actually be a family. "I fear for her since I'm not home, but I know Hayley will protect her." His eyes landed on Freya, "that is my older sister who supposedly was died." He looked to Caroline, "Mom lied....again."