The woman spoke hesitantly, “His name’s George. We’ve been married for ten years.” Ten years. The same amount of time Emily had been married to Luke. The floor beneath her seemed to give way, and for a moment, Emily thought she might collapse right there. How was this possible?
How could this man look so much like Luke, yet not be him? How could this be happening? Emily ran. Her feet pounded the floor, her heart racing with every step, her mind a blur of disbelief. She didn’t even know where she was going, but her legs carried her instinctively through the crowded corridors.