AMARA POV
“Who is that little girl?”
My hands trembled as I held the pendant out. My chest tightened until it hurt.
The face of the little girl in the picture….It was the same one in my memories
The same eyes. The same broken fear.
The same face that haunted my memories.
“That’s me,” Tracy said slowly. “Talk to me. What’s happening?”
Her brows creased in confusion.Tears pooled in my eyes.
“Joan,” I whispered, grabbing her hands.
Her eyes widened instantly.
“Wait—how do you know that name?” she breathed. “I’ve never told anyone that.”
She froze.
Her gaze stayed on me, too long. Too sharp.
“Yes,” I sobbed. “It’s me… it’s Lilly.”
“Lilly?” Her voice cracked.
I nodded, tears spilling freely.She pulled me into her arms and we collapsed to the floor together, crying, clutching eac
