Chapter 4

"You look exactly like her," the man said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "Like Elizabeth."

The name meant nothing to me, but the reverence with which he said it cut through my drunken fog. I stared at him, confused and suddenly afraid.

"I think you have the wrong person," I managed, though my voice sounded distant even to my own ears.

"No," he said with absolute certainty. "I don't believe I do."

The two men exchanged glances, a silent communication passing between them. The younger one pulled out a chair and gestured to it.

"Miss Campbell, would you mind…