Her dark hair was pulled back severely from her face. Her expression was solemn, almost haunted. Beside her stood a smaller girl, maybe six or seven, also in white. She was shorter, thinner, with the same dark hair and serious expression. The younger girl’s right hand was held by the older girl’s left hand. Their fingers were intertwined tightly.
Behind them was a backdrop of climbing roses on a trellis. Soft afternoon light suggested the photograph had been taken outdoors, which was unusual for the era when most portraits were done in studios with controlled lighting. At the bottom of the photograph, written in faded brown ink, were the words, “Liy and Rose Davies, June 1895.
” The accompanying note written on modern paper in shaky elderly handwriting, said only, “The Davy’s sisters, 1,895. May they finally rest. I can’t keep this any longer. Someone should know the truth. Dr. Helen Foster, age 52, had been curator of the photographic archives at the Boston Historical Society for 18 years.
She had seen thousands of Victorian photographs. This one seemed unremarkable at first glance, just another formal portrait of children from a wealthy family, the kind of image that filled countless archives across the country. But something bothered Helen. She couldn’t quite identify what it was. She examined the photograph more closely with a magnifying glass.
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