“And what about Elise Peterson?” Jack asked, his voice filled with hope. The woman regarded him for a moment, her brow furrowing as she pondered his question. Jack’s heart raced as he clung to the possibility that perhaps, just perhaps, she would recognize the name Elise Peterson—the given name of his late wife.
After what felt like an eternity, the woman finally responded, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “Elise Peterson? I’m not sure… It doesn’t sound familiar, but I’ve encountered so many people over the years, you know?” Jack’s heart sank once more, and he couldn’t conceal the disappointment in his eyes. “I see,” he murmured softly, his voice heavy with disappointment. He took a step back, feeling defeated and more confused than ever.