My Son Walked a Lost Little Girl Home. The Woman Who Answered The Door Was My Late Wife.

“How perfect you had it,” she said. “You, the company, the house, the family… all of it.” Her voice cracked slightly. “I wanted that too.” Jack looked at her in silence. Claire swallowed. “I loved Willow,” she said. “I wanted her to have something whole. I wanted us to have something whole.” Jack’s face didn’t change. “I loved you,” she said.

That was the part that made his skin crawl. Claire looked at him with tears standing in her eyes now, but there was still something deeply wrong underneath them. “I knew what you’d lost,” she said. “I knew what Eli had lost. And I thought… if I could be what was missing…” She trailed off. Jack let the silence sit there for a second. Then he said, quietly: “This wasn’t the way to do it.”