She handed it to me proudly.
“Ms. Kelsey helped take a photo of us. Lizzy was shy! Ms. Kelsey asked if we were sisters.”
I flipped through the photos.
And then I saw them.
Two little girls standing by the cubbies.
Identical curls. Matching eyes. Even the same tiny freckles beneath their left eyes.
My hands trembled so badly I nearly dropped the camera.
“Honey… did you know Lizzy before today?”
Junie shook her head.
“Nope. But she said we should be friends, since we look the same. Mom, can she come over for a playdate?”
I forced a smile.
“Maybe, baby. We’ll see.”
That night I sat on the couch staring at the photograph, my heart racing. Hope and dread tangled inside me.
Somehow, deep down, I knew this wasn’t the end of the story.
