He had the same height, posture, and even way of tilting his head when
examining something. Hailey’s heart pounded in her chest.“George?” she
whispered under her breath, not believing her own words. The man turned
slightly, and Hailey’s breath caught in her throat. It was George’s face,
the same face that had smiled at her on their wedding day, the same face
that had lied to her, the face she had mourned. “George!” Hailey called out
louder, her voice echoing in the store. “George, is that you?” Hearing his name,
George stiffened and slowly turned to face Hailey. Their eyes met, and for a moment,
time stood still. Then, panic flashed across George’s face. He grabbed Martha’s arm
and started to hurry away. But Hailey is faster; she catches up to them. “George…
But how is this possible? You… you died,” Hailey says, her voice trembling with
nervousness. George glances around nervously, his eyes darting to the store’s
entrance and then back at Hailey. “Hailey, I can explain everything,” he says in a low voice
