Emily arrived at Luke’s mother’s house late that afternoon, her stomach in knots. She hadn’t been to the house since Luke’s funeral. It felt strange to be there again, but she pushed the feeling aside. She had to know the truth. Emily stood outside Margaret’s house, her heart heavy with the burden of everything she had just learned.
George, the man she had met on the cruise, looked so much like Luke, it was impossible to ignore. Her mind swirled with questions, but one thing felt clear: she had to talk to Margaret. The house was quiet when Emily knocked, the door opening to reveal Margaret’s frail form.