The man ignored Hailey’s startled look as he walked idly among the shelves. Standing next to him was Martha, an older woman who was clearly her late husband’s mother.
Hailey’s brain whirled. She was left reeling from betrayal and sadness after George passed away.
Driven by a blend of incredulity and inquisitiveness, Hailey cautiously advanced a few paces, her gaze locked on the man. The more she got closer, the more she resembled George.
His height, gait, and even the way he cocked his head to look at something were all the same. Hailey felt her heart race in her chest.
The man twisted just a little, and Hailey found herself gasping for air. It was George’s face; the same face that had belied to her, grinned at her on their wedding day, and been the object of her grief.
