Rose’s POV
It’s the woman from the photo, and she looks exactly the same. She hasn’t aged a bit. She looks at me confused, I guess shock is written all over my face.
“Maam, are you okay?” She asks.
“You-you’re -you’re Myrtle.” I finally manage to get the words out. Her eyes glance around the room, maybe to see if anyone else is in the store.
“I might be.. and who are you?” She asks. She looks suspicious of me.
“My name is Farrah. I think you know my mother.” I pull the picture out of my pocket and hold it out to her. She takes the picture and a small smile shows on her face. Her posture relaxes.
“You have her eyes. Eyes that can look right through you. Like they see every secret. Even the ones you don’t want known.” She suddenly got serious, the mood shifts.
“So you knew my mother?
