Owen had resolutely told himself that he'd been seeing things when he spotted the woman heading toward him the first time. The similarities were astonishing, but this reality wouldn't be that cruel to him, would it? After everything else that he'd had tossed in his face, it wouldn't go and break his heart all over again.
But, sadly, it seemed like it wasn't that lucky.
He'd halted to a stop as the voice filtered to his ears, swallowing over the lump in his throat as he turned slowly and peered at Diane with a hollow, haunted expression, "I've finally cracked," Owen whispered to himself before raising a hand to cover his face. "I'm seeing things. Please, god, tell me I'm seeing things."