A silver sedan had just pulled in.
Daniel’s face changed instantly.
“No.”
The driver stepped out.
Gray coat.
Gray hair.
Robert’s face.
Samuel.
Daniel whispered one word.
“Run.”
PART 4 — MY HUSBAND’S SECRET TWIN WANTED THE ONE THING ROBERT LEFT ME
I did not run.
Perhaps at sixty-two I had finally become too tired of running from truths everyone else thought I could not handle.
Daniel grabbed my arm.
“Margaret, please.”
“No.”
“You don’t understand Samuel.”
“Then explain him.”
“There isn’t time.”
Footsteps echoed from the corridor.
Slow.
Measured.
Unhurried.
Daniel moved in front of me.
A moment later, Samuel appeared.
Seeing him in person was worse than seeing him on camera.
For one impossible heartbeat, my body recognized Robert before my mind rejected him.
The same eyes.
The same
hands.
The same tiny crease beside his mouth.
But Robert’s presence had always softened a room.
