Andrew stood on the terrace of the Harrison mansion, hands resting on the railing, eyes fixed on the large front gate. He wasn’t speaking. His face showed deep thought, as if something didn’t feel right.
The woman standing beside him looked calm. She tilted her head and pretended to smile warmly.
“What’s wrong?” she asked softly, trying to sound gentle. “Why are you staring like that?”
Andrew didn’t answer right away. His eyes were still locked on something outside.
“I saw someone,” he finally said, his voice low.
The woman blinked. “Someone? Where?”
“Outside the gate,” Andrew replied, still watching. “She’s just standing there.”
She followed his gaze with her eyes. “Who do you think it is?”
Andrew slowly shook his head, frowning. “I’m not sure… but she looks like you.”
The woman
