He looked up, and their eyes met. The cup slipped from her grasp, splashing coffee everywhere as it dropped to the floor. Her dress was completely ruined, but she didn’t even notice. All she could do was stare at him.
Lena’s mind reeled, unable to comprehend how Gabriel could be on this flight, alive and well. She had been there when his coffin was lowered into the earth. She had mourned his death every day since, falling into an absolute mess. For months, she couldn’t sleep, eat, or even shower properly.
Yet here he sat, not even an arm’s length away. The resemblance was uncanny – from the hints of gray at his temples to the fine creases branching from the corners of his eyes when he smiled.
