Ken got up and walked over to the window.

I wasn't sure what he was doing, but he seemed lost in thought.

Taking the opportunity, I stepped closer to the hospital bed.

From up close, I could see it clearly—Emma didn't just look like me in terms of beauty.

There was something else.

A strange familiarity in her features, as if we shared more than just a passing resemblance.

With my parents gone, there ...