The handwriting was all too familiar. When Clara was a child, Katherine had taught both her and Brodie to write, and this handwriting was identical to hers.
Clara pointed to the words written on the back of the photo and asked, “Who wrote this?”
Ian turned the photo over to see the line of small text. [Not only brothers but also confidants. Through thick and thin, we share the fates.]
The handwriting was elegant and powerful. Just from the handwriting, one could tell the writer’s grace and refinement.
However, that person was now nothing like they used to be. A tinge of sadness appeared in Ian’s eyes. He said softly, “It was Leonora.”
Clara looked thoughtful. “Are you sure she wrote this herself?”
“Positive. I watched her write it. She meant for the four of us to always support and help each other. Does something seem off?”
Clara scrutinized the handwriting on the photo. “Why is Leonora’s handwriting exactly like Katherine’s? Don’t you find that strange?”
Ian frowned. “Two people’s handwriting can be similar, but how could they be exactly the same unless someone deliberately imitated it?”
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