Kei stares at the photo for nearly a minute in silence, analyzing the features. She recognizes more and more the longer she stares, realizing it is indeed Elie, the same subtle sadness in their eyes.
“So, you’ve reached that page then?” Elliot returns, placing a glass of cold liquid on the end table beside Kei. “It’s just Green Tea on ice. I don’t make it a habit to keep much around here.” He sits in a chair across from Kei, sipping the glass of tea he holds in his hand. “So, thoughts?”
Kei looks up at him with eyes of shock. “Elie…that’s who this kid is, isn’t it? And the woman they’re clinging too, that’s their mother right? And that man…he’s Dean Carlise; her father?”
