Jack stared at her. Up close, it was worse. The same eyes. The same mouth. The same crease between her brows. “It’s me,” he said, hearing the strain in his own voice. “Jack.” She looked between him and Eli, confused. “I think you may have the wrong person,” she said. Then her eyes landed on Eli. Recognition flickered there. Small, but unmistakable.
“You were with Willow,” she said quietly. Eli nodded once. Something unreadable moved across her face, then disappeared. She looked back at Jack. “Would you like to come in?” she asked. “I think we should talk.” Jack should have said no. But with Sarah’s face standing in front of him and his son beside him trying not to shake, no part of him was capable of walking away.