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