The woman stood in the doorway and smiled. Her face was perfectly still, and her skin looked like polished stone.
Zane felt his heart pounding against his ribs. He knew his mother was dead. He had attended her funeral. He had seen her buried in the ground.
But the woman standing in front of him was an exact match for the woman he knew. Every detail, from the shape of her jaw to the small mark near her ear, was the same. His memories of her had started to fade over time, but he looked at her picture every single day. He was sure this was her.
"Mom?" Zane whispered again.
Nathan looked at the woman with wide eyes. He remembered the old photograph Zane had shown him once. It was a picture of Laura, Zane's mother, standing next to Natasha.
The woman in the white dress looked exactly like that woman. Nathan felt a cold chill on his skin. If Zane's mother was dead, why was she standing in a ruined house in a market filled with strange, cat-eyed people?
