I can swear someone has changed the photo of the man I saw earlier. Or maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me?
I look at Frank who is standing beside me. He raises an eyebrow at me.
"Which one is your uncle's picture? Hm? Show me."
"It was here. How come there is the photo of a chubby man in place of my uncle's photo?" I search his face suspiciously. I can't have mistaken, I saw my uncle's photo clearly. I even saw another one at the house in the woods. This makes me more suspicious than ever before. It is clear that my uncle had once visited, or possibly lived, here. But why does Frank keep denying it?
I remember when we were at the restaurant he went out to make a call. He might have called Albert to change the photo. But why? Nothing makes sense to me.
I smile up at Frank.
"It se
