Lucas, never one to be outdone by his sister, added, “And I want a burger!”
James smiled, happy to indulge them, and nodded toward the waitress who appeared with a notepad in hand. That was when it happened.
“Dad… the waitress looks like Mom,” Sophie whispered, wide-eyed.
James froze mid-step, a sudden chill climbing his spine. He slowly turned his head—and then stopped completely. The waitress was undeniably familiar, almost painfully so. The shape of her face, the soft curve of her jaw, the way her hair fell just past her shoulders—everything screamed Laura.
