Indifferently making his way amid the shelves, the guy disregarded Hailey’s expression of surprise. The elderly Martha stood behind him; she was obviously the mother of her late husband.
Chaos ensued in Hailey’s mind. After George went away, she was devastated by feelings of betrayal and grief.
With a mix of bewilderment and curiosity propelling her, Hailey gingerly stepped forward a few feet, her eyes fixed on the guy. She started to look more and more like George as they drew near.
His stride, his height, and even the angle at which he bent his head to gaze were identical. Her heart was pounding in Hailey’s chest.
As a result of the man’s little twist, Hailey gasped for breath. The visage belonged to George; the same visage that had deceived her,
