Chapter 3

No, that was impossible!

Olivia looked scared. "Don't scare me, Joyce."

I fought back my terror and picked up the photo again. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"If I told you I saw an eighty-year-old man with a face full of wrinkles, would you believe me?" I asked.

Olivia's expression was torn between shock and suspicion.

"So you were serious about what you said in the living room? You weren't just kidding?" she asked.

I grabbed my head, feeling overwhelmed by the pain and confusion.

Then, I said, "It's not your fault. Even I can't believe what I saw.

"But…