Curious and baffled, Philip's legs moved almost by instinct, his body compelled to approach the woman who, for all appearances, seemed like his sister, Rose.
Each step felt heavier as if his mind was trying to pull him back, reminding him that Rose was gone. Yet there she was—or rather, someone who looked exactly like her—standing in front of him.
And then, as if the universe wanted to complicate his already tangled emotions further, Willow emerged from the house. His heart skipped a beat. He wanted to find her but didn't expect to see her like this.
'What is the relationship Willow has with this woman?' he wondered, curious.
He paused in his tracks, watching them with questions in his mind.
Willow also froze when she saw Philip. The memories of the passionate night they had made her blush furiously.
"Hi," she beamed, waving at him. "I didn't expect to see you here." She laughed awkwardly. "Are you following me?"
