Jason’s POV
As I tucked my daughter into bed, the uncanny resemblance between the nanny and Aurora lingered in my mind. It unsettled me with every step I took back to my room.
How could it be? The likeness between the nanny and my late wife was too profound to dismiss.
“It can’t just be a coincidence,” I muttered to myself, my mind racing with possibilities.
Then, like a bolt of lightning, realization struck me. I vividly recalled the night I was shot, the chaos and confusion still etched in my memory. Amid the haze, one image remained crystal clear: the fleeting glimpse of Amara, or so I thought. Now, as I pieced together fragments of that fateful night, it became apparent that it wasn’t my late wife I had seen. It was the nanny.
That realization quickened my heartbeat. A surge of un
