Chapter 77

Emily POV

I’ve refused to let my earlier conversation with Jacob dampen my spirits. Still floating on a high, Ophelia and I are enjoying the crisp coolness of the late night air.

While Thaddeus is upstairs putting Clarisse to bed, she’s trying to catch up on nearly twenty years of the life I’ve lost.

Her excitement tells me she’s desperate for me to remember something, but none of her stories are triggering any memories thus far.

“Tell me about our parents,” I eagerly ask her.

She gets up and starts walking into the house, “Hold that thought.” A few minutes later she returns with a photo album under her arm.

She opens the album to a page and hands it to me. It’s a black and white photo of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, her long, curly hair flowing all the way down to her back. She’s wearing a long dress that reminds me of something from the Victorian era with its high collar and pleated skirt. I wish I could see the color of her eyes.

Pointing at the photo, she says, “