CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE

ROXANNE

The world around me dissolved into silence, a vacuum of sound as if everyone had vanished. I felt the connection– The woman in the picture exerted a magnetic pull, drawing me into her world with an undeniable force. I couldn't resist her call.

Her dominance was palpable.

I traced my fingers along the frame's edge. Why was this picture hidden away? I wondered. Why did she feel so familiar? Tearing my eyes from her face, I focused on the envelope in front of the picture.

I felt like a snoop but with trembling hands, I picked it up. My heart pounded loudly as I opened it...