From Whisney's voice, Lethia could tell this photo was triggering her. She felt the heat spreading all over her body. That she was sure came from Whisney's glare fixed on that photo.
'Have your memories recalled something?'
"I can feel it… that I once lived here. In these mountains. My spirit could sense the attachment toward this house that I can't really put into words. And I don't remember at all if I ever took this photo."
Whisney forced Lethia's hand into a tight clench, her nails digging hard into her palm.
'So you can't remember who they are?'
Whisney gave no answer. She dragged Lethia's feet closer to the frame and studied it in detail.
Her eyes scanned the picture carefully. The three on the fox's left side wore suits and pants like gentlemen from the gala. On her right, one in a red dress, another in a suit. Four men and one woman.
"Someone wants to play with me. How dare they?"
