Chapter 2 - The Waitress Says Her Name
The waitress looked at Daniel as if she had been waiting years for someone to recognize her.
“My name is Anna.”
Daniel stared at the open pendant.
The photograph inside showed his late wife, Claire, at about nineteen.
Beside her stood another girl.
Younger.
Same eyes.
Same smile.
Anna touched the scar near her eyebrow.
“She was my sister.”
Ethan still clung to Daniel’s shoulder.
The ballroom had gone almost silent.
Victoria was being held back by security.
The man who had charged Daniel was being questioned nearby.
But Daniel barely noticed.
“Claire never told me she had a sister.”
Anna’s face tightened.
“She was told I was dead.”
That sentence changed everything.
Daniel looked toward Victoria.
For the first time, Victoria stopped shouting.
May you like
And Anna noticed.
“She knows.”
