The smile remained as her eyes begged while the rest of her face refused to move. Behind Ludwig, one of the tribesmen made a broken sound. He pushed past Celine, looked through the frame, and stopped breathing.
"Mother." The single word barely escaped him.
The elder tribesman turned sharply as a man as old as he was pressed both hands against the white frame. "Mother!"
Ludwig looked ahead, then back, the woman from the frame could be at most at her mid thirties. The man that cried for his mother… was almost half a foot in the grave. White hair, wrinkles and liver spots all over him.
"Shouldn't it be daughter? " Ludwig said to Kaiser who simply jotted something down in his notebook.
The woman sitting beside the window did not react to the sound, but her eyes moved toward him. Recognition appeared slowly, like a thought struggling upward through deep water, and her smile widened.
