"Why do you keep looking at that old photo?" Alexander asked, his voice breaking the silence.
I glanced at the picture in my hand, an old photograph of a woman who looked eerily like me. "I don't know," I admitted. "There's something about her. She seems familiar, like she holds a piece of my past."
Alexander leaned closer, studying the photo. "Do you think she could be related to you?"
I shrugged, unsure. "Maybe. Or maybe she’s just a stranger. But I can’t shake the feeling that she’s connected to Havenwood."
"Then we should go there," he said, his voice filled with resolve. "We should find out who she is and what she has to do with your past."
I hesitated, the thought of returning to Havenwood stirring up old fears. "What if we find out something we don’t want to know?"
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