Visit to the slave- Part 1

Penny's lips went dry as the realization sunk in her mind. It couldn't be, could it? She hadn't met many red-haired men or women. Her first thought would have been that the little girl was related to Elliot Wells. Both Jerome and Elliot had curly wavy hair but their hair colors were different. One had black and the other had red. 

She had tried to race her brain over where she might have seen the little girl in the portrait. The boy in the picture wasn't familiar enough because she didn't remember him but the girl. 

"Caitlin, was her name?" Penny asked Mrs. Artemis, gulping down softly. 

"Yes, Caitlin. She was really a bright young girl and we spent really good times together. I wonder what brought upon the distance that she now doesn't want to meet or talk to us like her brother," Mrs. Artemis gave a confused look of expression, "Mr. Artemis and I were childless when we took her and Walter in."