The night had fallen over Manhattan, casting a shimmering blanket of stars over the city. Carrie sat at her desk, surrounded by a cascade of documents and photographs. Her investigation into Jamie's past had led her down a labyrinth of secrets and surprises, and she was on the brink of revealing a piece of the puzzle that would change everything.
As she sorted through old family photographs, she noticed something peculiar—a faded picture of a much younger Jamie standing alongside a woman with an uncanny resemblance to Isabella, his childhood friend. She couldn't shake the feeling that this woman was somehow connected to the enigma surrounding Jamie's life.
With her heart pounding, Carrie picked up the phone and dialed Isabella's number. "Isabella, it's Carrie. I need to see you right away. It's about Jamie."
Isabella's voice crackled with concern through the phone. "I'll be there in thirty minutes."