I was about to shake my head.
……
But Arthur Stephens had already stepped out of the car and walked over to greet them.
"Mr. Gilbert. What a coincidence."
Jackson Gilbert startled and turned around.
Seven years had changed him. The boyishness was gone, replaced by sharper angles and a composed gravity that hadn't been there before.
When he saw Arthur, he smiled and extended his hand.
"Mr. Stephens. I didn't expect to run into you here."
"Are you also here to visit a loved one?"
My husband gave a slight nod. "My late wife."
The air went still for a beat.
Arthur reached for my hand and drew me forward. "Allow me to introduce my wife—Sophia Simmons."
Two pairs of eyes turned toward me.
Jackson's gaze landed on my face. He stiffened, a faint crease forming between his brows.
Millicent Winfield let out a soft gasp. "Wow, Mr. Stephens, your wife is gorgeous."
"Mrs. Stephens, it's so lovely to meet you."
She smiled and extended her hand.
The moment I saw her face, my breath caught in my chest.
I thought of the post I'd just read in the car.
That reply with thousands of likes.
Millicent had written it.
She believed I was dead. Killed in that accident.
She hadn't even bothered to change her profile picture.