Every detail of his face mirrored that of his. But it couldn’t be him. She knew it was impossible. Yet, there he was, sitting a couple of rows away from her.
She continued to stare at him, but he didn’t seem to notice her presence. Her mind was in turmoil, struggling to comprehend how Gabriel could be on this flight. The same warm brown eyes that once gazed at her with love and devotion now looked out the window without recognition. The strong, tender hands that had caressed her skin were now calmly flipping through an airplane magazine.
