My hands shook as I stared at the photograph.
A little girl with braided hair.
Me.
There was no doubt.
I recognized the dress.
The smile.
Even the tiny scar on my knee.
But the other two children...
I couldn't remember them.
Not at all.
"Who are they?" I whispered.
Ethan didn't answer.
He was staring at the boy in the picture.
Vanessa was staring at the other girl.
Both looked disturbed.
As if they were trying to remember something they had buried years ago.
Then Ethan slowly sat down.
His face had lost all color.
"I've seen this picture before."
The words hit me like a truc