CHAPTER090 JULIANSPOV Where…wheredidyoufindthis?Iasked,myvoicebarelyaboveawhisper, disbelievingwhatIwasseeingonthescreen.
Oneoftheinvestigatorsturned tolookatme,raisinganeyebrow.Areyousurprisedtosee thevideoyouaskedustotrackdown?ThatsMrs.Olivia,plainasday.Weeventpulledupfootagefromotheranglesbeforeshewasbroughtintotheorphanage.
Myeyesstayedgluedtothemonitor,butmymindwasspiraling.ThatwasntOlivia…no.Itcouldntbe.Thathadtobesomekindofmistakeorasickcoincidence.BecausethegirlIsawinthatvideotheonewalkingalone,confused,andeventuallyled intotheorphanagewasntjustOlivia.
Shewasmysister.
Thegirlwhowentmissingyearsago.Mybabysister.Ithadbeennearlytwodecades.andyetIcouldneverforgetherface.Herwide,curiouseyes.Herfavoritehairstyle.Thewayshealwaysinsistedonwearingthatridiculouspairofglittercoveredsneakersthatlitupwhenshewalked.
Andthegirlinthevideohadallofthem.Samehairstyle.Sameshoes.Samefloraldresswiththefadedcartooncharacterprint.Unlessmyeyeswereplayingacrueltrick.onme,thiswasntjustaresemblance.Thiswasher.
Itookashakystepback,tryingtosteadymyselfastheweightofrealizationstartedcrashingdownonme.Mypulsethunderedinmyears,and Icouldbarelyhearanythingaroundme.

No.Iwasoverthinking.Thatwasntpossible.Itcouldntbepossible.
MyfingerstrembledasIpulledoutmyphone.IquicklyopenedtheoldfamilyphotoalbumIkeptstoredaway,hiddendeepinmygallery.Afterafewfranticscrolls,Istoppedononepictureone Ihadtriednottolookattoooftenbecauseitbroughtbacktoomuchpain.
Itwasthelastfamilyphotowetooktogether.
TherewewereMom,Dad,me,andOliviasmilinginfrontoftheamusementparkgates.Oliviahadinsistedonwearingthatfloraldress,eventhoughMomthoughtitwastoochilly.Shehadajuiceboxinonehandandherfavoritepinkbunnytoyclutchedintheother.Myarmwasdrapedprotectivelyoverhersmallshoulders.
Andthen…shewasgone.
Thesamedress.Thesameday.
Successfullyunlocked! EventhoughItriedtodenythepossibility,triedtoconvincemyselfitwasjustacruelcoincidenceeverythingpointedtothetruth.AtruthIhadburiedforyears.
1/3 CHAPTER020 *** FLASHBACK20YEARSAGO Itwassupposedtobeaperfectday.Wewereallsoexcitedtogototheamusementpark.Dadhadboughtabrandnewcamerajustfortheoccasion.Aftertakingthatlastfamilyphoto,wewereallsettoboardtheFerriswheel,buttherewasadelayattheticketboothsomethingaboutapaymentissuethatneededourparentsattention.MomandDadtoldmetostaywithOliviawhiletheysorteditout.Asthebigbrother,Iwasalwaystheoneexpectedtowatchoverher.Shelookeduptomeandtrustedme.Wewalkedaroundthepark,gettingsnacksandadmiringtheplace

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,onourwaybacktotheFerriswheel,Oliviastruckherrightfootintoasmallpithole,Irushedandgentlypulledherlegout,butthedamagehadalreadybeendone,shegotasmallinjuryonherankle,andIknewifmyparentsfoundoutaboutthisIwouldbeintroublegivinghowmuchtheylovedtheirbabygirl,myeyesscannedthewholeplaceandIfinallysightedasmallpharmacy,IturnedovertolittleOliviaandtoldhertowaithereonabenchwhileIgogetsomefirstaidto treat herwound,shewascryingsoIdontreallythinksheheardwhatIsaid I Waithere,okay?Imgoingtogetsomethingtofixyour
ankle.Illberightback.
Shewassniffling,toooverwhelmedbypainandtearstorespondproperly, 1tcouldnthavebeenmorethanfiveminutes.
Eitherway,Irushedofftothepharmacytogetthebandage,butwhenIcamebacktothatspotIcouldntfindherthereagain.
Gonewithoutatrace.Nowitnesses.Noclues.Justanemptybenchandamissinggirl PRESENTTIME Andnow,twentyyearslater,here shewasonmyscreen,infrontofmewearingthatsamedress,asiftimehadfrozen.
Sincethen,IvetoldeveryonewhoaskedaboutOliviasdisappearancethatshewastheone whoranoffonherown.Itwaseasierthatway.Ididntwantanyonetoknowthetruth,especiallynotOliviaherself.IliedtoOliviaaboutherownpastaboutherdisappearanceanddeepdown,Iknewitwascompletelymyfault.
Theguiltweighedonmelike atonofbricks,butItoldmyselfitwasforthebest.

Butnow,standinghere,somethingwaschanging.TherewasstillawaytoconfirmifthegirlonthevideowastrulyOlivia.Ifshehadwanderedoffonher ownthatday,theamusementparkwouldnthavebeentoofarfromwherethecamerahadcaughther.
Iclenchedmyfists,tryingtopushdownthefearcreepingupmyspine.Checkiftheresanyamusementparkaroundthatarea,Isaidtooneoftheinvestigators,myvoicesteadydespitethechaosswirlinginsideme.
CHAPTER090 Afewsecondspassed,andtheguyatthecomputer lookedup.Yes,thereis.FunQuestAmusementPark.
Thenamehitmelikeapunchtothegut.Myheartskippedabeatasmyeyes.
involuntarilysqueezedshut,awaveofemotioncrashingover me.
Sir,iseverythingokay?oneofthevoicesasked,concernintheirtone.
ButIcouldntanswer.MyhandsranthroughmyhairasIsanktomyknees.Thebreathleftmylungsinshortgasps.ThepersonIhadbeensearchingforallmylifetheoneIthoughtIhadlostforeverhadbeeninfrontofmetheentiretime.
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