Chapter 18

I couldn't resist asking, "Who?"

He watched Buddy charging back towards us, frisbee in mouth, his tone cryptic. "My wife."

My heart fluttered. "Your wife... I heard she passed away."

He hummed in agreement.

He sat down on the long bench on the lawn.

"It's been two years."

He said softly, "She was just like you; if her cooking burned, she'd add garlic."

I started sweating.

So he'd noticed.

"She wasn't good at cooking either, and her potato slices were always cut so thick."

"Even the way you both cook tastes similar."

I suddenly felt guilty.

"Just now, watching you throw the frisbee."

"I almost mistook you for her."

He stretched out his legs, elbows resting on his knees. Buddy brought the frisbee over; he wanted to give it to me.

I gave him a subtle look.

He actually understood.

He lowered his head and gave the frisbee to Liam.

Liam chuckled. "But how could you possibly be her?"

"When she and I were together, Buddy would always run to her without hesitation."

"The dead cannot return."

"I must truly be insane to mistake you for her."