Varden looked at the younger in the paper with disbelief. His expression was stoic, just as his mind felt like.
She was pretty. Really pretty.
But for some reason, he had felt like she would look different. He felt like she would have been someone other than the girl he was currently looking at.
With really stiff movements, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and quietly scrolled through his phone for the photo he had taken that day of the younger version of the woman he had taken that day at La Rosa’s.
And just like he had thought, apart from the brown hair, there was not much he could use to relate the grown up version, with the chubby early teens version.
“Are you sure this is Elizabeth Powers?” Varden asked, not looking at Damien who was seated across from him in the quiet re
