Sarahâs expression remained grave as she explained, âI felt the same way when I saw it; itâs uncanny.
But by the time I realized it, I hastily took this photo.
â
âItâs merely an illusion.
How could he be Theodore?â Soniaâs emotions ran high, her hand pointing decisively at the image.
âTheodore is dead.
How can he possibly return to life? I witnessed his cremation myself.
â
At that time, there were no surviving members of the Anderson family, and Ariana had been in a coma in the hospital.
Sonia had been instrumental in settling matters related to Theodoreâs passing.
She had seen his lifeless body, witnessing him being sent into the crematory.
So how could he suddenly reappear here? Were they seeing a ghost?
Sonia, on the edge of shock and agitation, was about to say more when Sarah signaled her to be silent with a look.
It was then that she remembered Ariana was still present and swiftly composed herself, shifting her gaze towards Ariana.
Ariana, however, stared blankly at the photo, trembling all over, struggling to find her voice.
Sonia gently patted her for reassurance and said, âItâs probably just a coincidence.
There are plenty of people who look alike, right?â
Yet, in this moment, Ariana kept her gaze fixed on the photo, muttering, âNo, thatâs nobody but Theodore.
Iâd recognize him anywhere.
â
Her eyes were red, and she held Soniaâs sleeve with unwavering determination.
âThe two occasions I saw him before werenât illusions.
They were real.
It was him.
â
Sonia remained deeply skeptical.
After all, she had borne witness to the heart-wrenching sight of Theodoreâs departure into the unforgiving crematory flames.
If this person before her were indeed Theodore, then who had she glimpsed during the cremation, and why? Furthermore, the hospital had confirmed the identity of the deceased as Theodore.
Her concern for Ariana weighed heavy on her heart.
She couldnât bear to see her friend lost in a bewildering haze, haunted by a phantom.
Sonia gazed into Arianaâs eyes and spoke softly.
âIf this truly is Theodore, why hasnât he sought you out? Why hasnât he plastered the city with missing person posters? When you suffered in that hospital, fought through foreign lands, and battled heartbreaks, where was he?â
Arianaâs gaze froze, her mind grappling with the gravity of the question.
If this person was Theodore, why had he never reached out, never come to her?
Slowly regaining her composure, Ariana turned to Sarah and inquired, âWhere did you spot him? Iâd like to see for myself, to get a clearer picture.
â
Sarah recounted, âIt was in the childrenâs section of this very mall.
I tried to catch up with him, but heâd already slipped into the elevator by the time I arrived.
So, Iâve been waiting here, hoping heâd reemerge.
â
Arianaâs eyes drifted to the photo on her phone, her thoughts a tempestuous whirlwind of uncertainty.
Sonia and Sarah shared a comforting glance, offering reassurances.
âTake your time.
Itâs likely just a striking resemblance.
Try not to let your thoughts consume you.
â
Despite their comforting words, both women knew the implausibility of Ariana not delving into this mystery.
For five long years, she had been tormented by the memory of Theodore, the agony of that unrelenting yearning etched into her very soul.
At times, she held onto the absurd hope that Theodore might still be alive, teetering on the edge of sanity.
They whiled away nearly an hour in the bustling coffee shop, the ebb and flow of patrons providing a steady backdrop to their anxious anticipation.
But despite the sea of faces, none bore the resemblance they sought.
Then, as if summoned by fate, Arianaâs gaze fixated on two figures emerging from the elevatorâs metallic embrace: Shawn and Adele.
Sonia, too, caught sight of Adele and spoke in a tone both casual and contemplative.
âIt seems weâve been crossing paths with Holdenâs daughter quite frequently of late.
Today, we chance upon them here.
Quite the coincidence.
â