Then he whispered:
“Yes.”
My heart stopped.
“When?”
“Three weeks ago.”
I closed my eyes.
“Where?”
He swallowed.
“At Daniel’s office.”
I stared at the wall.
Then asked the question I was almost afraid to hear answered.
“Did she look like me?”
Trevor began crying.
“Mother, she looked exactly like you.”
***
The following morning, Detective Grant showed me security footage from the bank.
The recording was dated the day the first two-million-dollar transfer was authorized.
I watched as a woman entered the bank.
She wore a navy suit.
Silver earrings.
A pearl necklace.
Her hair was styled exactly like mine.
Then she turned toward the camera.
I stopped breathing.
It was my face.
My eyes.
My mouth.
Even the small scar beside my eyebrow.
A scar I’d gotten at fourteen when I fell from a horse.
I stared at the screen.
“No.”
Grant looked at me.
“Do you recognize her?”
