The city glittered beneath her.

Julian joined her.

"I owe you an apology," he said.

"For what?"

"For letting you walk into this family without warning you how dangerous it could be."

Clara smiled.

"You didn't bring me into your family."

She looked at him.

"I walked in myself."

Julian smiled.

Then Clara noticed something on the table.

A small velvet box.

Inside was an old photograph.

Evelyn as a child.

Standing beside another woman.

Clara frowned.

"Who is that?"

Julian took the photograph.

His smile disappeared.

"I don't know."

On the back was a date.

And beneath it, four words:

She was never alone.

Clara looked at him.

"Julian..."

He stared toward the dark horizon.

"I think the story isn't over."