The photograph slipped from Lily's trembling fingers.
It landed softly on the wooden floor.
Yet the sound echoed through the apartment like thunder.
Jonathan Vale.
She whispered the name under her breath.
It meant nothing.
And somehow...
It felt familiar.
A strange ache settled in her chest.
She picked the photograph up again, studying every tiny detail.
Amelia stood in the middle, no older than ten.
She was laughing.
The kind of laugh that reached her eyes.
The kind of laugh that could only belong to someone who felt completely safe.
Beside her stood a tall man with gentle features and kind eyes.
His hand rested lightly on Amelia's shoulder.
Nothing about him looked dangerous.
Nothing.
Yet every instinct inside Lily warned her otherwise.
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