The Secret of Cypriere Bayou

John looked at the photo, then her, then back at the photo. “Wow. No wonder you didn’t hear me. You look just like her.”

Olivia blew out a breath she didn’t even realize she’d been holding. “So you see it, too?”

“Hard to miss. Just a little different in the eyes, but really close. Is she a relative?”

Olivia shook her head. “Not that I’m aware of, but then I don’t know anything about my family.”

John frowned. “But you just happened to lease this house, and just happened to find a picture that looks like you in the library?”

“Actually, that’s something I wanted to ask you about.” She picked the smaller photo up off the table and handed it to John. “That picture was on my bed when I went upstairs earlier.”

John’s head snapped up from the photo and his eyes narrowed on her. “How did it get there?”

“I thought maybe you could tell me.”

John stared at her in surprise. “Me?”

“Well, you were upstairs all day. I thought maybe you saw the resemblance and left the photo for me, but I guess not.”

John shook his head. “I’ve never seen this before now, and I’ve been through every room in this house on the first and second floor.”

Olivia studied his expression as he looked back down at the photo then again at Olivia, but he appeared as confused as she was.

“So how did it get there?” she asked.

“I don’t know, but I don’t like it, and I don’t believe it’s a coincidence that the photo looks like you. It’s easy to fake photos these days, but then the real question would be, who’s trying to scare you?”

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