The room went completely silent.
I stared at the photograph.
At her.
At me.
No…
At us.
The resemblance was uncanny.
The same eyes.
The same nose.
The same slight tilt of the head.
It was like looking into another version of myself.
A version that had lived an entirely different life.
“Is this real?”
My voice trembled.
Damien nodded slowly.
“Our cyber team ran facial recognition.”
He looked just as shocked.
“Ninety-nine point seven percent match.”
My legs nearly gave out.
Lucien immediately moved closer.
His hand settled at my back.
Warm.
Steady.
Grounding.
I swallowed hard.
“My sister…”
The words felt strange.
Foreign.
Yet somehow…
Right.
⸻
Evelyn burst into tears.
“My baby…”
Her hands shook as she touched the screen.
“She’s alive.”
Twenty-four years.
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