He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 252

Inside the Sullivan family's study, a single lamp cast a dim, oppressive glow over the room.

On the expensive mahogany desk, there were no business documents—only a heavy, vintage photo album laying open.

Alfred stood before the desk, his expression solemn.

He carefully slipped a slightly yellowed photograph from the album's protective sleeves and presented it to Arthur and Evelyn.

The picture featured Evelyn in her early twenties, wearing a white sundress. She was standing beneath a blooming magnolia tree, her smile bright and radiant.

It had been taken when she was pregnant with Sabrina. Her eyes were filled with the tender anticipation of a first-time mother.

"Madam, look right here."

Alfred gently tapped Evelyn's eyes in the photograph, then gestured toward the study door, as though Sienna were still standing there.

"Ms. K's eyes are exactly like yours. The classic almond shape with a slight upward tilt at the outer corners. But when she isn't smiling, the corners dip just a fraction, giving her that cool, distant aura."

He pointed to the corner of Evelyn's mouth in the picture. "And here. When you smile, the left corner of your lip raises a millimeter higher than the right. Ms. K does the exact same thing. Without a single discrepancy."

These were microscopic details that no one could possibly notice without having spent decades observing them day in and day out.

Alfred's words acted like a rusted key sliding slowly into the heavy lock guarding Arthur and Evelyn's long-forgotten memories. Then, it twisted with brutal force.

With a sharp creak, the dusty past burst open, flooding their minds with bizarre and unsettling details.

"I remember..." Evelyn's voice trembled uncontrollably. She stared intensely at the photo, the chaotic scene from the hospital delivery room rushing back to her from over twenty years ago.

"The hospital was absolute chaos that day. They said there was a wiring issue, and the power went out for a few minutes. Nurses were rushing in and out. I had just given birth, and my mind was entirely clouded..."

Arthur's face turned grim as he picked up the thread. "I remember the nanny we hired shortly after. Her name... her name was Wendy Foster. Yes, Wendy Foster."

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