Chapter 57 THE GIRL WHO NEVER FORGOT

MARISSA’S POV

“What does this mean?”

My voice sounds unfamiliar to my own ears.

Thin. Shaken. Almost childlike.

I stare at the three words written on the back of the photograph, silently begging them to rearrange themselves into something less terrifying.

YOUR DAUGHTER REMEMBERS.

Remembers...

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