Alyssa
I sat on the couch, fidgeting with my phone, my mind racing as I debated whether or not I should ask Aunt Jane about the photo. Jake had shown me a picture earlier, and something about it had felt… off. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something important I was missing. Taking a deep breath, I glanced at Aunt Jane, who was sitting across from me, sipping her tea.
“Can I ask you something, Aunt Jane?” I finally blurted out, my voice a little shaky.
She looked up, surprised, but smiled softly. “Of course, Alyssa. What is it?”
I swallowed hard, then pulled out my phone and opened the photo Jake had shown me. My hand trembled slightly as I handed it to her. “Do you recognize this picture?”
Aunt Jane took the phone, and her brows furrowed as she examined the image. But
