Elizabeth
The moment we step into the living room, I feel my breath catch in my throat. My heart drops, thudding painfully in my chest as my eyes land on the massive portrait hanging above the fireplace mantle.
The woman’s piercing blue eyes seem to follow me as I take hesitant steps forward, her golden blonde hair falling in perfect waves around her delicate face. Her expression is soft but haunting, her beauty almost unreal. I can’t look away.
It can’t be, I think to myself, my pulse quickening. My hands feel clammy, my head light. I know that face. I know her.
“Sarah,” I whisper under my breath, the name feeling foreign yet familiar as it passes my lips.
This is Sebastian’s wife?
My head feels like it’s going to explode. Sarah. My Sarah. She’s dead?
The room tilts slightly as the
