The cellar door slammed shut.
Elena stared at the photograph of Rosemary beneath the Phoenix symbol.
For a moment, she couldn’t breathe.
Her mother looked exactly as Elena remembered her.
And yet something was wrong.
The photograph had not been there before.
Someone had placed it recently.
Adrian stepped closer.
“Don’t touch it.”
Elena nodded.
Evelyn stood beside Victor, staring at the image.
Her expression was different.
Not fear.
Recognition.
“You’ve seen this.”
Evelyn slowly shook her head.
“Not the photograph.”
“Then what?”
“The room.”
Elena looked at her.
“What room?”
Evelyn closed her eyes.
“I don’t know.”
She pressed her fingers against her temple.
“I remember a mirror.”
Adrian exchanged a glance with Victor.
Evelyn continued.
“Rosemary was standing behind
