Chapter 179

Allison's POV.

A sickening feeling washed over me. Written faintly on the back of the photo were a few words: Amy. Lake Como.

As I frantically sifted through the drawer, I found more—letters, some dated years ago, and detailed information about her, her life, her movements. It wasn't just a photograph; it was a shrine, a carefully curated box of memories.

The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow: I wasn’t myself to him. I was a replacement. I was standing ...