Chapter 12 The Past Is Closer Than She Thinks

• Rose stared at the crumpled photo in her shaking hands, her heart hammering against her ribs.
• This can’t be real.
• Her breath came in shallow gasps as she traced the worn edges of the image. A man stood in the dim lighting of what looked like a casino, his face partially shadowed but she knew. Knew the sharpness of his gaze. Knew the set of his jaw. Knew the ghost of a smirk that once haunted her childhood.