It had been months and Benjamin hadn’t gotten any closer to finding Dora. He had even called Royce, who didn’t remember her, but said that she might have paid with a card.

Benjamin walked into his office. “Sorry I took so long,” he said to the woman who was sitting at his desk. She turned on him and he swallowed. She looked like his Dora.

‘She is too pale,’ his mind argued. ‘If she is pregnant… it can’t be.’

“Hi,” she whispered as she stood up.

He noted that her voice ...