"Missing?" My voice came out thinner than I meant it to. "Lewis, can you send me her details?"
"Of course."
A second later, the file came through.
Because Alice had been gone for so long, there wasn't much inside. Just a few cold lines and an old first-grade ID photo. The picture was blurry, the kind that only shows the shape of a child's face and the shadow of her eyes.
Still… something about it tightened my chest.
Her record was bare. No achievements. No proud family posts. No big search effort. She fit the pattern people liked to pretend didn't exist an illegitimate child. A side story.
I stared at the family section and slowed when I saw the names Tyler and James White.
My fingers went cold.
Tyler's face especially the eyes looked too familiar. The same sharp outline. The same stare.
It hit me like a slap.
Vicky.
It wasn't just resemblance. It was like looking at the same bloodline, the same bone structure, the same kind of gaze that never warmed.
