This memory caught her off guard, it was nothing like the first. She had no connection, no shared moment. This wasn't some strange, psychic-sister bond.. which is somehow what seemed the most probable to Vaughn up until now.
Her father in these thoughts was not her father. But she'd thought of him that way, watching him in a study that she'd never before seen. A study that her father would have never actually owned or set foot in. He was hunched and gray, withering.. nothing like her father. He was old.. not like her father. She still remembered her father as he was in the last time she'd seen him. She'd been thirteen and he was strong and smug..
This memory disturbs Vaughn. She knows it's not Ella's, and that weighs strange and heavy on her mind. Maybe what was happening had nothing to do with Ella and herself being sisters.