“But no, I don’t know this man. I swear I don’t. I mean, we look alike, sure, but I don’t have a clue who he is.” Emily’s heart sank as George handed the phone back to Peter. She hadn’t expected him to confirm anything, but a part of her had hoped for some explanation, some sign that this strange encounter was all just a mix-up.
“You have no idea who he is?” Emily asked, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of recognition. “No,” George answered firmly, shaking his head. “I wish I could explain it, but I can’t. I don’t know him.” The woman beside George looked at Emily with a mixture of sympathy and confusion.