The photograph refused to leave Ethan’s hands.
He had seen hundreds of pictures in his lifetime.
Family portraits.
Business events.
Memories captured in perfect moments.
But this one was different.
Because it proved something impossible.
Evelyn was alive.
And she had been alive for three years.
Three years.
Three years of birthdays.
Three years of moments.
Three years where Ethan believed he had lost his sister forever.
Amelia watched him carefully.
“Ethan…”
He didn’t respond.
His eyes remained fixed on the picture.
The woman standing beside Noah was older than the Evelyn he remembered.
Her hair was longer.
Her face carried the weight of years.
But it was her.
His sister.
His family.
The person he had mourned.
The person he had searched for.
The person who had been
