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Days passed by and slowly, Frank's wound healed. By the time two weeks had passed, he started to attend his work once again and Jennifer was left alone during his work hours. 

Out of boredom, one day, she started to go through the drawers in his closet and came across an old picture album in which she found pictures of a little family. A young boy and his parents. 

"I think this is Frank and this must be his mom," she mumbled, studying her features carefully. With dark hair tied up in a high bun and eyes like Frank, she was certain that she must be her. The man who stood next to her, holding the boy was definitely Mr Gotham. 

She traced the picture, smiling to herself. 

"She looks glamorous," she whispered to herself.