A sense of longing and sadness swept Felecia.
Was she still alive, too? Could she be out there?
"Do you have that picture?" she whispered.
Sometimes Felecia found it hard to recall what her mother sounded like and the memories of her face were getting fuzzier, harder to recall. Dad refused to keep pictures around, saying they were like ghosts haunting him.
He'd taken everything from Felecia. Her family. Her life. Her freedom.
"Yeah." Evan dug in his pocket and brought out his phone. He tapped the screen a few times then showed it to her.
Felecia sucked in a breath, emotions pelting her from all sides as she looked at the two faces captured on the screen.