Her thoughts were consumed by the man who looked like Luke, and she couldn’t shake the image of him—sitting there, so alive and vibrant, with a woman by his side. The confusion gnawed at her, and no matter how much she tried to distract herself with work, the memory of that encounter was always lurking in the back of her mind.
That night, as the ship swayed gently in the open sea, Emily couldn’t sleep. Her mind kept returning to George, to the uncanny resemblance he had to Luke. She couldn’t ignore the fact that George had been married for ten years—the same number of years she had been married to Luke.
It felt like a cruel twist of fate. Unable to shake the feeling that she needed answers, Emily made a decision. She would visit Luke’s mother when the cruise ended. She needed to hear the truth from the one person who knew him best. Maybe she could understand how this was all possible.
Maybe she could find peace. The next day, as the ship docked at the final port of the cruise, Emily was already packed and ready to leave. Peter tried to convince her to stay a little longer, but she knew she couldn’t. She had to go home, had to confront the past, and find the answers that were eating away at her.