My Son Walked a Lost Little Girl Home. The Woman Who Answered The Door Was My Late Wife.

Even knowing, even expecting it, the words still hit like something physical. “You’re sure?” “Yes.” Jack said nothing. There was a rustle of paper on the other end. Then Adrian added, “And there’s something else.” Jack opened his eyes. “What?” “This wasn’t just a mismatch. I ran the profile against an internal database because something about it bothered me.”

Jack went still. “And?” Adrian hesitated. “It matched someone named Claire Holloway.” The name landed like a sound from another life. Jack frowned. He knew it. Not well. But enough. Claire Holloway. Sarah’s old colleague from before the company. Office job. Sharp dresser. Too much eye contact.