But Samuel Johnson actually felt an unmistakable, subtle sense of unfamiliarity.
Samuel shook his head, casting aside that suddenly emerged subtle emotion as he took Annie's hand and walked toward the interior of the house. The living room setup was exactly the same as when he had left. He glanced around nonchalantly and suddenly looked towards the direction of the staircase.
He had thought there would be someone there, either going up or coming down, but strangely, there wasn't a soul in sight.
His gaze lingered on the staircase for a few seconds, then he carelessly withdrew it and sat down on the sofa with Annie. Mrs. Johnson quickly received the news of Samuel's return and came in from the garden delighted. She was just as beautiful as she had been a year before, with time leaving no trace on her face. She had heard long ago that Samuel was bringing back a fiancée, and now seeing Annie, her entire being seemed to explode.
Too alike.
