Zara’s POV

The nurse’s look became distant, her eyes hollow, like she was also trying to fish out what exactly the truth was. “You mean…Elora is alive?”

I nodded slowly.

“Do you maybe…have a picture?” she asked, brows furrowed.

“Oh yes, I do.” I brought out my phone and scanned through my gallery.

“Here it is!” I handed her my phone.

She scanned the screen with narrowed eyes. “Well…I know faces change as we grow up, but there should still be a resemblance to the ...