Yet here he sat, not even an arm’s length away. The resemblance was eerie – from the hints of gray in his hair to the fine creases branching from the corners of his eyes when he smiled. It looked like the same man who had loved and raised Natalie, but why was he looking at her as if he didn’t know her?
Every rational instinct told Natalie that this man could not possibly be her dad. But her pounding heart drowned out reason, fixated on the living ghost before her. She studied every inch of his face, searching for even the slightest difference, some imperfection in this phantom of her father, so she could console herself that she wasn’t losing her mind.