"Vanessa."
The name escaped my lips before I could stop it.
Everyone turned toward her.
Vanessa stared at the photograph.
Then at me.
Then back at the photograph.
Her face had gone completely white.
"No."
Her voice was barely a whisper.
"No, that's impossible."
I looked down again.
The image was clear.
Painfully clear.
A man falling.
A struggle.
And beside him...
A woman.
A woman who looked exactly like Vanessa.
Same eyes.
Same face.
Same features.
Everything.
Lucas stepped back.
His hands trembled.
"You knew?"
Vanessa shook her head immediately.
"No."
"Stop lying!"