“I saw him in a car, crossing the intersection at the end of my usual street,” Madelyn said more confidently than before, now that we were no longer talking about her past.
I asked her if she was certain that it was him and not someone with similar features. “And you’re sure that it was…”
“A hundred per cent, I can never forget his face,” she cut in, not letting me finish.
I had an inkling that she was probably right, but I still had to ask all the questions so we could eliminate the possibility of a mistake. This was too big an undertaking to leave anything on chance,
“I understand, but it’s been almost eight years. He must have grown old. You know, probably gone through major physical changes…”
From what she had told me, the man was already at his fifties when she met him first
