“I guess I was a bit harsh. But I’m still trying to figure out what just happened.” Emily didn’t know how to respond. She was still trying to process what she had seen. Her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. Peter spoke up again. “Could we show you a photo? Emily was convinced you were someone she knew, someone close to her. Someone named Luke.”
He pulled out his phone and showed George the picture of Luke—one from their wedding day, the one Emily had kept in a small frame by her bedside. George took the phone, his brow furrowing as he stared at the image. “Wow. He really does look like me,” George said, his voice low.