PART 2: THE FADED PHOTOGRAPH
Albert slowly reached inside his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a small, worn leather wallet.
With hands that trembled slightly, he unfolded a black-and-white photograph that was creased along the edges from decades of handling.
He passed the photo to me, his thumbs gently brushing my fingers as I took it into my hands.
The image showed a young nurse in uniform standing in a sunlit garden, smiling brightly toward the camera.
I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as I stared at the unmistakable features in the portrait.
The young woman in the decades-old photograph possessed my exact smile, my jawline, and the same distinct eyes.
(Albert’s past is about to unfold in ways no one expected! Click “Next Page” to continue reading…)
