Andrew was about to look away when a single figure anchored his attention. She stood apart from the rest, draped in a long yellow dress that clung to her curves, her dark hair cascading like a silk waterfall down to her waist.
She bore a striking resemblance to the woman who had just struck Tanu, radiant, like a morning sun rising over the horizon.
As he watched her smile at the stage, a jagged memory from twenty-five years ago tore through his mind. It was a blurred, flickering image that sharpened with a painful clarity, leaving him lightheaded.
His heart hammered against his ribs; he couldn't be certain, but the curve of that smile felt like a ghost returning to life. He shifted his gaze from her to the young girl standing on the stage, a girl he instinctively suspected was her dau
