looked from the dress to her face, searching for a connection, a reason why she would be standing there, wearing a ghost’s clothing.
As I looked closer, the world seemed to tilt on its axis. The woman’s eyes were a deep, familiar green—the exact shade of Teresa’s. Her jawline, the slight curve of her nose, the way she held her head… it was like looking at a photograph that had been aged by time. The realization hit me with the force of a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and reeling.
