A few minutes past two, she saw a man approaching from a distance. As he got closer, her breath caught in her throat. The resemblance was uncanny. James had the same broad shoulders, the same piercing blue eyes, and the same slightly crooked smile that had always endeared John to her. It was like seeing a ghost, a living echo of the man she had loved and lost. “James!” she called out.
The man turned toward her. “Delilah?” James responded as he approached. They sat down on the bench together, and for a moment, Delilah couldn’t stop staring at James. However, as she looked more closely, she began to notice the subtle differences that set him apart from her late husband, John.