Elena's POV

I stumbled, falling back on my feet.

Pain shot up immediately from my legs, but I ignored it, my gaze fixed on the picture just below the caption.

There was an older man and woman on both sides. Each with a bright smile on their faces. And in the middle the both held a young woman. She should be around my age... She should be my age

She also had a bright smile on her face.

I remembered seeing that face at the party... I did see it. All three people in the photo had two things in common.

Their brown hair, and green eyes.

The Vasquezes had...