Chapter 35
- (POV: Edward Harrington)
- Clara's spitting image stared back at me from the photograph. I stared, a cold lump coalescing in my chest, wondering if I was seeing things. I leaned forward over the open, dog-eared book. It was Clara, all right, simply dressed, looking like a girl of eighteen or nineteen.
- How on God's green earth did Clara's picture end up in Stephen Harlow's book?