Evelyn pushed the photograph across the table toward Finley.
The moment Finley touched the photograph, his composure began to falter.
His hand trembled as he lifted the picture, his gaze fixed on the two women frozen in time.
For the first time since entering the room, Finley Morgan looked truly shaken.
"Madison…" he murmured. He traced the outline of his cousin, Evelyn's mother's face with his finger, as though doing so might bring her back to life. "She looks just like her mother."
"Yes," Evelyn said softly. "They were both so beautiful."
She smiled faintly, though her eyes felt warm.
Reaching into her bag again, Evelyn pulled out a small gold frame. Inside was a faded photograph of two six-year-old children standing in front of a two-story house. Time had dulled the colors, but the expressions remained clear.
"And I found this in my mother's belongings," Evelyn said, placing it on the table.
