Peter hesitated. “Emily… Do you want me to take you to the doctor’s quarters? I think you should-” “You think I’m crazy,” she whispered. “No. I think you’ve been through hell. But alright, if it’ll help, let’s go talk to him.”
They walked back together, this time in silence. When they arrived, George and the woman were still at the table, more composed but still clearly agitated. George looked up as they approached, frowning slightly. Peter’s jaw tightened the moment he saw him.
Why did this man look like Luke? Could it really be a coincidence? There had to be more to this. But what? They reached the table where George and the woman were sitting. The couple seemed calmer now, their voices lowered as they spoke quietly. George looked up when they arrived, his expression polite, but slightly wary.
“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you,” Peter began. “Emily here… she’s a bit shaken up. We just need to understand what happened. She thought you were someone else.” George glanced at Emily, his face softening with genuine curiosity. “I’m sorry for what happened earlier,” he said, his tone sincere. “I don’t know what came over me.”