The photograph trembled in my hands.
Daniel Lawson.
Elizabeth Kingston.
Standing together.
Smiling.
Comfortable.
As though they had known each other for years.
I looked up at Lucien.
“When was this taken?”
He pointed to the date.
“March 14, 2001.”
I frowned.
“That’s months before I was born.”
“And months before my mother disappeared.”
His voice was quiet.
Almost haunted.
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Neither of us spoke.
The implications were too enormous.
Finally, I turned the photograph over again.
There was something else.
A tiny embossed logo in the bottom corner.
A camera studio.
Bellamy & Sons Photography.
Lucien noticed it too.
“I’ve never seen that before.”
Damien’s voice suddenly came from behind us.
“I have.”
We both turned.
He took the photograph from my hand.
His expression c
