My fingers tightened around the faded photograph until the edges dug into my skin. I couldn't take my eyes off the little girl standing beside Isabelle. She couldn't have been older than six. She wore a Yellow dress with white socks and black shoes. Same as Isabelle, her dark hair was tied into two neat ponytails, and she smiled brightly at the camera while holding Isabelle's hand.
She looked exactly like me,not just a little but exactly, same eyes, same nose, same lips. Even the tiny dark mole on her left cheek matched mine perfectly. My dad has always called it cute. My breathing became unsteady. "No." I whispered, shaking my head. "That's impossible."
Ava remained silent, allowing me to absorb the shock. I looked from the photograph to her and then back again.
"This has to be some
