Chapter 40: The Betrayal
The cabin fell into stunned silence.
Rain lashed the windows.
The storm outside seemed insignificant compared to the storm that had just erupted inside the room.
Rachel stared at the newspaper clipping.
Then at the photograph.
Then back at the photograph again.
Her face had gone completely pale.
"That's impossible."
Nobody answered.
Because nobody knew what to say.
The little girl in the picture looked exactly like her.
The same eyes.
The same smile.
The same face.
Twenty-three years younger.
Amelia slowly took the clipping.
The article was old.
Very old.
Published shortly after Margaret Vale's reported death.
The details were brief.
A car accident.
No survivors.
Case closed.
Yet now nothing about it felt trustworthy.
Not after Atlas.
Not
