“Dad, that waitress looks just like Mom!” the little girl whispered, eyes wide with wonder as she pointed across the restaurant.
Michael paused, fork halfway to his mouth. The chatter and clinking glasses of the upscale rooftop restaurant dulled under the weight of her words. Slowly, he turned his head in the direction of her gaze. And then he froze. Standing by a corner table, scribbling something onto a notepad, was a young woman in a…