Chapter 1: The Photograph
A photograph slid out of the towel and landed face-up on the kitchen table.
For a second, I could not breathe.
It was old, folded at the corners, and faded from years of being hidden away.
But I knew the face in it.
My fiancée.
Anna.
She was standing on that same beach, smiling softly, one hand resting on her pregnant belly. Beside her stood a young woman I did not recognize, holding a white towel over one arm and a pink one over the other.
The towels.
The same towels Emily and Grace had just placed in front of me.
My hand went cold.
“Where did you get this?” I whispered.
Emily and Grace looked at each other.
Neither answered.
Then Grace unfolded the second towel.
Another item fell out.
A hospital bracelet.
Not theirs.
Anna’s.
And suddenly, the room began to tilt.
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