And they were identical.
Triplets.
One of them held the woman’s hand.
Another clung to her coat.
The third stared curiously at the busy street.
Daniel’s gaze slowly moved to the woman’s face.
His breath caught.
“…Emma?”
The name slipped from his lips before he could stop it.
The woman looked up.
For a moment, confusion crossed her face.
Then recognition struck.
Her eyes widened.
“Daniel?”
The world around them seemed to fade away.
Daniel felt something twist inside his chest. Emma looked different—thinner, tired, her hair tied loosely under a worn scarf.
But it was unmistakably her.
Emma Collins.
The woman he had once loved more than anyone in the world.
The woman he had left behind five years ago.
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Daniel crossed the street without even realizing he was moving.
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