Her thoughts were consumed by the man who looked like Luke, and she couldn’t shake the image of him—sitting there, so alive and vibrant, with a woman by his side. The confusion gnawed at her, and no matter how much she tried to distract herself with work, the memory of that encounter was always lurking in the back of her mind.
That night, as the ship swayed gently in the open sea, Emily couldn’t sleep. Her mind kept returning to George, to the uncanny resemblance he had to Luke. She couldn’t ignore the fact that George had been married for ten years—the same number of years she had been married to Luke.