Patrick and the girl, Kevlin, approached us, at least I thought it was her.
"Wait," I said as the distance between us grew smaller. "That's not Kevlin," I spoke, and Henry froze; this other woman had finer features than Kevlin. "Oh, s**t! It was her dead sister."
"Liz, Henry," Patrick said when the distance between us was the smallest possible. "I want to introduce you to my guest of honor, Ketlin."
"Nice to meet you," she said and extended her hand to me. I reciprocated but said nothing. "Hello, Henry," she said and extended her hand to him. Henry also said nothing and barely returned the gesture. "I missed you."
"How can it be you?" He spoke as if I weren't there.
"He knows what I'm talking about," she responded to me, but continued holding his hand and staring at him intently.
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