I pick up the photo that Katy has dropped in her shock. I look at the photo of a man and a woman walking out of an airport and I try to see the resemblance of the woman in the photo to the woman in front of me, but there honestly isn’t much. Where Katy has blonde hair, this woman has dark brown hair. Where Katy is short, this woman is quite tall. Maybe if I see them together I will see the resemblance, but looking at this photo, I see none.
“Are you sure this is her?” I ask. Wouldn’t they at least look a little similar?
“I am sure. She looks exactly like my father, where I look just like my mother. Jackson he will use her against me. I don’t know how and it doesn’t make sense to me why she is even with him. The only thing that makes sense to me is that she is his prisoner or he has some
