Catherine Smith
— One of them has brown hair, but other than that, they look a lot like Catherine. — she says, turning back to look at them.
I sigh.
— It's just your impression, — I say, refusing to believe in so much resemblance. It's true that my children often have Thomas's mannerisms, but other than that, no.
She nods and says:
— Maybe it's just in my head, — she shrugs. — But back to the topic, don't be sad about Thomas or overthink things. He's probably just in shock like I was, but we know that soon you two will talk and everything will be fine.
I wish I had her certainty. — I think and let out a long sigh.
— I hope so, Ewe, at least that he'll listen to me. — I say, hugging myself.
She smiles at me.
— Mrs. Smith's family?
I turn to the side and see the doctor who had s
