Second Chance at Forever

'Am I dreaming?' Zak Vance wondered.

The woman standing before him was the spitting image of his late wife-same eyes, same face.

It was as if she had walked straight out of his memories and into his office.

"What the hell?" he muttered under his breath, unable to understand what he was seeing.

He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor, his eyes never leaving her.

"You're Amy May?" he asked, his voice tinged with shock.

Amy nodded, offering a polite smile. "Yes, Sir."

Zak's eyes continued to scrutinize her.

He was struggling to wrap his mind around the situation.