The woman looked to be just over fifty.
She had a round face, large eyes, and fair skin. A dark mole sat beneath her right eye, and her makeup was heavy—almost theatrical. Despite being draped in designer labels and clutching a purse worth more than three thousand dollars, she somehow gave off an air of cheapness, like someone who’d come into money overnight but whose taste hadn’t caught up yet.
But what struck Caitlin most was how much the woman resembled Marcia—the Marcia from that old photograph.
A living, breathing Marcia.
Yes.
It was Marcia.
Even though the photo was somewhat blurry, the features were unmistakable.
Caitlin was shocked, but she didn’t let it show. Her expression remained composed and indifferent as she handed the woman her belongings, as if nothing unusual had happened.
The woman took them with a smile. “Thank you, dear.”
“You’re welcome.”
She didn’t linger, just turned and walked away.
Caitlin watched her go, her eyes clouded with thought.
Among the things the woman had dropped was a plane ticket.
At first, Caitlin hadn’t paid any attention to the information on it. But after seeing the woman’s face, she glanced at it again.
The name on the ticket was Karla Nelson.
Destination: Valerium.
So.
Could Karla actually be Marcia, who disappeared all those years ago?
Was her disappearance connected to what happened to Caitlin’s parents?
Caitlin wanted nothing more than to run after Karla and demand answers, to spill all the questions churning in her heart. But she knew she couldn’t risk alarming her—not yet.
She needed to be patient.
She had to pretend she didn’t suspect a thing.
Only then could she hope to uncover the truth.
Taking a deep breath, Caitlin pulled out her phone and typed one word into her notes app.
Karla.
Ten minutes later.
Caitlin boarded her flight.
The flight would take two hours.
Wanting to surprise her grandfather, Caitlin hadn’t told him she was coming. After landing, the first thing she did was call Keira to let her know she’d arrived safely.
Then she hailed a cab back to Willow Manor.
Although Fortune was now the owner of the property management company, he hadn’t changed his ways. In his free time, he still donned his old green vest and picked up litter around the neighborhood.
Apart from a few longtime employees, almost no one knew who he really was.
As soon as Caitlin stepped onto the grounds, she spotted Fortune by the roadside, picking up trash.

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