But I couldn’t remember why.
Then Julian walked into the room.
He had returned to collect the rest of his belongings.
“What are you looking at?”
I turned the laptop toward him.
“Do you know her?”
The moment he saw the photograph beside Evelyn’s name, his expression changed.
Only slightly.
But I noticed.
“Julian?”
He looked away.
“Where did you find that name?”
My heart started racing.
“Why?”
“Emma.”
His voice was different.
Serious.
Careful.
“Answer me.”
“I found it while looking for my mother.”
He stared at the screen.
Then at me.
“I’ve heard that name before.”
“From where?”
He hesitated.
And that hesitation told me everything.
“Julian.”
He sat down slowly.
“When I was younger, my father used to talk about a woman named Evelyn.”
I felt a chill.
“What did he say?”
Julian rubbed his forehead.
“I don’t know. It was years ago.”
