The unease from the previous day lingered, and I found myself roaming around the

he house and wander around in rooms f

as is customary, my curiosity got the better of me. As I turned a corner, I discovered a small room that seemed out of place in the

ing around the room. There found a picture nestled into an old wooden table, among other things. It was yellowed from age, and the corners

looked at the camera. Her beauty, however, did not make my heart skip a beat. It was the fact that she looked so much like me. I tried to figure out what the picture signified. Th

idn't help. There were so many thoughts racing through my head-was this woman related? Someone who has

is image kept making me think it was a piece of a larger jigsaw that I was only now beginning to solve. When I heard the door ope

and for a little moment, I had a feeli

" I inquired calmly. "Why

merged. He stepped forward but did not reach for the photograph. Instead,

he replied, his voice chil

ed the photograph tighter and added, "It bothers me. You can't ignore th

stiffened his jaw, as if unsure how much to say. When h

he stated quietly. "An old st

e was stern when he said, "Leave it alone, Lila. S

en I glanced at him, I noticed a break in his armor and a trace of pain in his eyes, which he w

the photo to the table. Despite the fact that Ethan was ready to leave, I spok

e. "She's gone," he murmured in a voice so low that I nearly missed it. He then exited the r

he was giving me. As I stood there, the house appeared to press in around me. The walls were screaming mysteries that I couldn't decipher

he was chilly, something about him made me want to tear down the walls he had built around himself. I understood that getting closer to Ethan w

ages of the lady who resembled me, the guy who had loved her, and the path I was no