Every rational instinct told Lena that this man could not possibly be Gabriel. But her pounding heart drowned out reason, fixated on the living ghost before her. She studied every inch of his face, searching for even the slightest difference, some imperfection in this phantom of her husband.
However, her thoughts were interrupted by a loud scream that jolted her out of her paralyzed state. The man, her man, her Gabriel, started screaming at her.
“WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!” he shouted.
