Looking at the picture, Paige felt like she has seen this before. At that moment, it clicked. She saw a similar picture with herself and the same woman when she last visited the house.
This makes it more suspicious to ignore. It makes it worse was the connection she feels whenever she sees them.
Intuitively, Paige's fingers traced the edges of the photo, Her heart saying something more as she felt an inexplicable connection to the happy scene. Without thinking, she turned the picture over, revealing the back side. And there, in elegant handwriting, was a name:
"Emily and Ryan Wilson"
Paige's heart skipped a beat as she read the names. Wilson? She had never heard of them before. But as she gazed at the names, a faint memory stirred in the depths of her mind. A memory of laughter, of warmth, of love.
