The Woman In His Photo

Synopsis

I discovered a shocking secret while delivering coffee to my poker-faced boss Kenneth Howell. On his desk stood a framed photo. The woman in it had short hair, red lips, and an effortlessly stylish, sensual charm. I stared at the photo, frozen, because I saw that woman every single day. Even the little mole under her eye was in the same place, the same size, just like the woman I knew. It was my mother. Kenneth noticed my gaze and frowned in displeasure. One sharp look from him made me step back instinctively. "How long do you plan to stare at it?" he asked.