The woman in the painting with the thick, red curls, heart shaped face and whimsical smile bore a striking resemblance to his beloved Maggie. Maggie…memories of her death was still very painful for him. Ten years ago on the day before her 20th birthday, she drowned. They never found her body.
He would never forget the moment he first saw her. She stood on the Great Hall balcony, a vision of beauty.
“David.” A voice broke into his reverie and he turned around.
His face turned ashen. “Maggie?” It couldn’t be.
She shook her head. “No. Rachel. Maggie’s twin.”
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