PLOP—
The sound of the falling tear pulled Eloise Donovan back to her senses. She hadn't even realized her face was already streaked with tears.
Realizing she'd lost her composure, Eloise Donovan quickly wiped her face and said, embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I got tears on your photograph."
Felicity Lister's heart ached for her. "It's fine, it's fine. The album is waterproof. You like this photograph, don't you?"
"I just think it's a beautiful photograph. The person is lovely, and the scenery is, too."
"Since you like it, would you like to take it with you?"
Eloise Donovan froze. "C-Can I?"
"Of course. We have the negatives at home, and we made plenty of prints back then. Taking just one won't be a problem." Felicity Lister couldn't help but sigh as she spoke. "Regardless, for you to look so much like Rona... it must be fate. Please, consider this photo a small gift."
Whatever the Lynch family's motives were, the offer was an immense temptation for Eloise Donovan.
