Jan 10
5 min read
The Vanishing: Chapter Twenty Four
The Power of Hope:
I stared at the picture I had been sent, and the more I stared the more I knew, that I was looking at Rachel. She was older now, but I was certain that I had been sent a picture of my sister, proof she was still alive. At least she had been alive at the time of the photo. It was recent, I could tell that by the quality of the photo.
