Goose bumps covered Amy’s arms, despite the warmth of the small room. Ignoring the proximity to Ben, she picked up the picture.
She felt him tense beside her, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the photo. She’d seen this picture before. That wasn’t possible though, was it?
This wasn’t the picture that had been all over the news for the past year.
Ben cleared his throat. “That uh... was the last picture taken of...my daughter.”
Amy’s brow furrowed as though trying to make sense of his words.
“Melanie sent it to me the day... of the accident. She’d taken her sister to the Tri-Cities to go shopping for her birthday. It was rainy and cold that day, so Melanie bought Cassey a snowsuit for winter. She sent me this picture right before she... headed home.”
“Sh-She’s adorable,” Amy said. “Did you give this picture to the police or news people?”
Ben’s voice was wary when he spoke. “I showed it to them, but they wanted a picture that showed more of her face and hair.”
Ben was the only one with this picture. So, why did it look so familiar?
She squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating. She had seen, those deep blue eyes and blond tuft of hair framed by the fuzzy, pink hood, somewhere. She was sure of it.
But, where?
She studied the picture again. Had Cassey’s deep blue eyes, so like her father’s, become that common to her?
No. Amy’s skin tingled. The pink hood framing Cassey’s face was familiar, too.
“Are you okay?” Ben asked.
“Y-yeah.” Amy shook her head and handed the picture back to him. “I had a déjà-vu moment.”
Why had she lied? This wasn’t déjà-vu. She had seen a baby with deep blue eyes and blond hair dressed exactly like this somewhere, but she couldn’t remember where. Or even when. She just knew she’d seen this baby.
