"Little Clementine, what are you looking at?" Jasmine Yale asked in surprise, following her chubby little finger.
The moment she looked, her heart skipped a beat.
Little Clementine's big eyes were bright and focused.
Jasmine's eyes were also full of surprise.
On the shelf was nothing else, and what Little Clementine saw was nothing else but the photograph Jasmine casually tucked into a book, taken at a roadside photo studio.
She had casually stowed it away in the book, never expecting it to accidentally slip out.
In the photo, Little Clementine hadn't been born yet; Jasmine was heavily pregnant, holding a bouquet of beautiful bellflowers, with Sylvan Cheney standing beside her.
It was their only official photograph together, Jasmine knew, and it would be the last.
The casually discarded photo revealed a corner, just showing Sylvan's face and half his body.
And Little Clementine was staring at the photo, her small hands reaching out, wanting to grasp it!
