GIANNA

"What?" Lyon, why does that name sound so familiar? I knew I'd heard it somewhere in the not too distant past but couldn't for the life of me bring it to mind. It came to me in a rush when the woman spoke again. She'd just been standing there with her mouth hanging open as she stared up at me. "Oh, my word, Daniel, that face!"

"I see; I told you she looked like you. Spitting image of you at that age."

"It's uncanny, first little Catalina and now this ...