Yet here he sat, not even an arm’s length away. The resemblance was uncanny – from the hints of gray at his temples to the fine creases branching from the corners of his eyes when he smiled.
Every rational instinct told Lena that this man could not possibly be Gabriel. But her pounding heart drowned out reason, fixated on the living ghost before her. She studied every inch of his face, searching for even the slightest difference, some imperfection in this phantom of her husband.