Roman
Nobody said a word after seeing the photograph.
I looked at Vivienne. She looked pale. Completely pale.
Her eyes remained fixed on the screen.
On the little girl.
On the impossible photograph.
Because it was her.
There was no doubt about it.
The same eyes.
The same hair.
The same face.
Just younger.
Much younger.
"This doesn't make sense."
Vivienne's voice was barely a whisper.
Nathaniel looked equally shocked.
"I've never seen that photo before."
I believed him.
For once, I genuinely believed him.
Carter zoomed in on the image.
The date remained clearly visible.
Twenty-three years ago.
Three years before Vivienne's official birth.
Delia shook her head.
"Okay. I officially hate this family."
Nobody argued.
Because every answer only created another mystery.
