Chapter Twenty-Four
Ember
“I’m glad you understand, Cohen.” His understanding didn’t make my decision any easier, though.
Taking his wallet out of his back pocket, he pulled something out of it, then handed it to me. “This is a picture of my mother when she was a little girl. My brother, Baldwyn, got it off some ancestor website. We lost all the pictures in the fire. I guess I never looked at any of my parent’s old pictures when I was a kid. I never knew what my mother looked like when she was that young.”
A knot formed in my throat as I looked at the picture of a young girl — a girl who looked around Madison’s age. Even though it was black and white, her resemblance with my child was unmistakable.
My hand shook as I placed the picture on the table. Cohen took it, putting it back into
