The name slipped from his lips before he could stop it.
The woman looked up.
For a moment, confusion crossed her face.
Then recognition struck.
Her eyes widened.
“Daniel?”
The world around them seemed to fade away.
Daniel felt something twist inside his chest. Emma looked different—thinner, tired, her hair tied loosely under a worn scarf.
But it was unmistakably her.
Emma Collins.
The woman he had once loved more than anyone in the world.
The woman he had left behind five years ago.
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Daniel crossed the street without even realizing he was moving.
When he reached her, he stopped, staring.
“What… what are you doing here?” he asked, stunned.
Emma quickly lowered her eyes, embarrassed.
“I didn’t expect to see you,” she murmured.
The boys watched him curiously.
One of them tilted his head.
“Mama, who’s that man?”
Daniel’s heart skipped.
Because when the boy spoke, he saw it clearly.
The same dark eyes.
The same eyebrows.
The same small dimple in the chin.
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