Chapter 6

Not even one thing was misplaced, except that drawer, and the photograph now sitting in my trembling hands.

I stare at the woman's face for a long moment. Same dark hair, same eyes, same slight tilt to her smile that I only ever caught in the mirror. Whoever she was, we could have been sisters.

Footsteps echo down the hallway and my heart jumps into my throat.

Not wanting to be caught with it, I shove the photograph back into the drawer exactly how I found it and push it shut, my hands still shaking as I step back just…