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“I believe it,” Kate answered, her blank stare still firmly in place. “I saw it in his eyes, the way he carried himself”—she turned her head toward me—“the way he looked at you …”
The smile she gave me was heartbreaking.
“I would know that look anywhere.” She sniffled, studying my face in the early morning light. “It’s you, isn’t it? It’s really you.”
I nodded with a lump in my throat as she pressed a wrinkled hand to my cheek.
