Another part of the article also remained the same, the one that was describing Maxine Porter as an avid art lover and supporter, and how through the years she hired art teachers to tutor Elizabeth who developed an amazing talent.

And this is when the mysterious substitution of information started and Tina couldn’t believe her eyes. It was like whatever she had read before never even happened. Tina began reading aloud, hoping that it would help clear her mind and give her an understanding.

‘…and Christina Radcliff, Elizabeth’s last and most talented teacher, who also became her friend and companion. After Katherine Porter’s wedding, Christina and Elizabeth spent every afternoon together, preparing paintings for Maxine Porter’s annual art show that was planned for the last week in October. Elizabeth was working on several paintings at the same time but due to her disappearance none of them were finished.

And this is where the mystery begins. Elizabeth’s life was very habitual and for almost everyone around there, it was easy to learn about her everyday routines, including her afternoon tea and rest in the garden, regular horseback riding, painting lessons with Ms. Radcliff, evening promenades in the park, and visits to relatives.

And so it was, on the beautiful day of October 19 in the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and eighty-five, Elizabeth Porter was taking her routine horseback ride along the path of the sequoia forest coming back from visiting her sister. Christina was shot straight through the heart by an unknown assailant hidden somewhere in the grove. Elizabeth Porter disappeared and the rumors began that she was kidnapped for ransom, since her family was very prominent and wealthy.

Elizabeth and Christina were supposedly accompanied by another young woman, whose name remained unknown and who was feared to be an accomplice to the ruthless murderer and kidnapper that was never found.’

“Wait, wait a minute,” Alice exclaimed, wiping away tears, “this writer, whoever he is, got it all wrong. What a bunch of crap. In the first version that you told me about my name wasn’t even mentioned but I was there, and it wasn’t Christina who was shot. Now, in this version it’s all different and there are still a lot of discrepancies from what really happened. We were not coming from Katie’s house and how dared he to mention me as an accomplice? I saved Bette’s life,” Alice was getting really mad now, the true journalist in her awaking and speaking with passion.