James felt his heart slam against his ribs, so hard it hurt. For a split second, he almost rose from his seat, almost called her name. Evelyn. But he stopped himself. His rational mind screamed that this was impossible. His wife was gone. He had stood by her grave. He had held Emily as they lowered the casket into the ground. And yet\u2026 here she was.<\/p>\n
Emily tilted her head, staring openly at the waitress. The little girl\u2019s lips trembled. \u201cMommy?\u201d she whispered, barely audible.<\/p>\n
The woman blinked at her, startled. Her green eyes darted from Emily to James. Something flickered across her face \u2014 confusion, then recognition, then something deeper, quickly masked. She cleared her throat and forced a polite smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat can I get you?\u201d she repeated, her tone steady, but her hand shook slightly as she held the pen over the notepad.<\/p>\n
James swallowed hard. His mouth felt dry as dust. \u201cUh\u2026 two grilled cheese sandwiches. And a hot chocolate. For her.\u201d<\/p>\n
The waitress nodded and scribbled quickly, then turned away, retreating behind the counter. James exhaled only when she was gone. His fingers trembled against the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaddy,\u201d Emily whispered urgently. \u201cIt\u2019s her. I know it\u2019s her.\u201d<\/p>\n
James closed his eyes. The voice in his head \u2014 the one that had carried him through sleepless nights of grief \u2014 told him to protect Emily, to shield her from false hope. But another part of him, the part still broken, whispered: What if?<\/em><\/p>\n The waitress returned with their drinks. As she set down the hot chocolate in front of Emily, her sleeve slipped back, revealing a small scar on her wrist. James\u2019s eyes widened. He knew that scar. Evelyn had gotten it the summer they\u2019d gone hiking in Vermont, when she slipped on a rock and cut herself. He had bandaged it himself.<\/p>\n His pulse roared in his ears.<\/p>\n Emily\u2019s tiny hand reached out and touched the waitress\u2019s arm. \u201cMommy,\u201d she said again, her voice trembling but sure.<\/p>\n The woman froze. Her eyes locked on James. For a long, unbearable moment, the world outside seemed to vanish.<\/p>\n Then she whispered, so faintly he almost thought he imagined it: \u201cJames?\u201d<\/p>\n The sound of his name, spoken in Evelyn\u2019s voice, shattered what was left of his restraint. He stood abruptly, the chair screeching against the floor.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2014\u201d His throat closed. He tried again, his voice raw. \u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n The diner fell silent. Forks paused mid-air. Every eye turned toward them. But James didn\u2019t care. He only saw her.<\/p>\n The woman\u2019s hand trembled as she set down the coffee pot. Her lips parted, but no words came. Instead, tears welled in her eyes. She blinked rapidly, turned, and fled through the swinging door into the kitchen.<\/p>\n James didn\u2019t think. He rushed after her, leaving Emily at the table, stunned. He pushed through the door and found himself in a narrow hallway that smelled of flour and onions. The waitress was leaning against the wall, her chest heaving, tears streaming down her face.<\/p>\n Up close, there was no denying it. Every detail, every freckle, every curve of her lips \u2014 she was Evelyn. Or someone who carried her face, her voice, her very soul.<\/p>\n James\u2019s vision blurred. \u201cThis isn\u2019t possible,\u201d he whispered. \u201cI buried you.\u201d<\/p>\n The woman lifted her trembling hands to her face, then lowered them, meeting his gaze. \u201cI don\u2019t know what you\u2019ve been told,\u201d she said, her voice breaking, \u201cbut my name is Anna. And I\u2019m not your wife.\u201d<\/p>\n James\u2019s knees nearly buckled. The truth hit him like a blade, carving open old wounds. Yet even as she denied it, the scar on her wrist glistened under the harsh kitchen light.<\/p>\n Emily\u2019s voice carried from the dining room, desperate and clear. \u201cDaddy! 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