Alex held up the faded picture and stated, "I don't understand." "Why would Eleanor have this in her collection?"
My heart thumping in my chest, I gazed at the picture in his hand. The borders were curling with age, and it was old and black and white. In the middle was a younger Mike, with his arm thrown loosely over an unfamiliar woman. But it was the jewelry she wore, not the strange face, that made my stomach turn.
A necklace that was exactly the same as the one I had discovered weeks before in Eleanor's jewelry box.
I stumbled and moved closer to look at it. "I—I don't know," I said. My thoughts were racing as I tried to figure out how this woman and this picture might be related to Eleanor and Mike.
With furrowed brows, Alex lightly tapped the picture. Take a closer look. The stru
