“No, no, no, that’s not it,” Natalie muttered, opening her locket. Then she took out a photograph, holding it in her hands for a moment before adding, “Doesn’t he look like my dad?” She pointed at the man in seat 37A and then opened her hands to reveal the photograph.
Cassandra looked at her with great disbelief. You could tell she was thinking that Natalie still had hopes of finding her father. Her mouth fell open a little bit, and then she said, “Look, Natalie, that’s…” Cassandra had only begun to speak when she glanced at the wrinkled photo in Natalie’s hand.