There were many ID photos that Lana Yardley had used over the years.
The face in each photo was slightly different.
Kyle Morgan scrolled with the mouse wheel, stopping on an ID photo from twenty years ago.
When Sawyer saw the familiar face, her voice was filled with shock. "It's her! It's really her!"
Kyle Morgan was completely bewildered. "What's going on? Sawyer, you know Lana Yardley?"
Half an hour later, the conference room was silent, save for the sound of heavy breathing.
Kyle Morgan and the others had worked with Sawyer for years, but none of them knew she had gone through something like this.
Sawyer tried to sound casual. "It's been so many years. I'm fine now, really."
"How could you be fine?" Kyle Morgan's eyes were a little red. "I feel like this is something you could never get over in a lifetime."
"Sawyer!" Zachary Conway walked up to her, his eyes full of heartache. "Can I give you a hug?"
