In the photo, the little girl's bright eyes and sweet smile aligned almost perfectly with a hazy memory in Caleb's mind. Years had passed, enough for her face to have blurred with time, yet everything snapped into place the instant he saw it.
Still, the picture felt strangely familiar. He was certain he had seen it before. When he noticed Sydney's gaze drift toward his phone, Caleb instinctively locked the screen, tucked it away, and cleared his throat.
Sydney read the tension in his expression and spoke first. "You probably have something urgent to handle, don't you?"
Caleb felt a restless urgency gnawing at him. He needed to know why the photo stirred such recognition. "Yeah. Something came up."
"Then you should go," Sydney said calmly.
He cast a final uneasy glance at Marcus beside her, weighed his options, and nodded. "Alright. I really do have urgent business."
Once she acknowledged him, Caleb strode toward the elevators, his retreating silhouette radiating impatience.
The moment he reached his car, he dialed Gordon. "I swear I've seen this photo before."
It wasn't just familiarity. He knew the girl's face far too well. This wasn't the vague recognition of a child he'd met a few times in Brimcrest City. This was a memory.
Something in his mind itched, as if the answer were clawing its way out.
Caleb's voice tightened, urgent and sharp. "Follow every lead from that picture. Don't miss a single detail."
"Yes, Mr. Hampton."
Caleb drew a steadying breath before asking grimly, "Last time, Penelope mentioned that the family who adopted Precious was in Jouleston. How's that lead coming?"

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