After we had chosen our dishes, Anabel took the orders and disappeared into the kitchen. A minute later, a woman who appeared to have been only a few years older than Anabel appeared from where she had disappeared to. I didn't notice her striding to the table until she was close enough and had drawn both mine and Tatum's attention.
The moment she saw my face when I looked at her, she stopped abruptly and I heard her hold back a gasp. She was an older, mature woman but at the moment I saw nothing but a little girl who had been reduced to tears. She held back her tears and walked over until she was standing beside me. She reached out and took my soft hand with hers, an act I didn't object to.
"She was right... you look exactly like she did twenty years ago," she raised her hand and brushed
