Gray
I cleared my throat. Hal and I looked at each other. His eyes were huge, and I was sure mine were the same.
“I think so. The molds match. We could do a DNA test if you have something of hers?”
“I’m sure her parents still have something of hers.”
She sounded gutted but with a hint of hope.
“I need to talk to her, I need a picture. Can you send me a picture?” Lyla asked.
“She’s changed so much, Lyla. She had some surgery done. When she was found her face was broken, the MC that found her, fixed her up, but apparently the plastic surgeon they have has a type, and the type he’s in love with is his wife. So she said she sort of looks like his wife.”
“I don’t care, send it to me. To my email, do you need it?”
“Your public one or your encrypted one?”
“My encrypted,” she said.
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