Landon knew he could trust his memory, and he knew his wife very well. Or at least, what she looked like before she disappeared.
But after the incident at the café earlier, he wasn't so sure anymore.
Could it have been really a mistake? Was he seeing illusions to make up for the guilt and conscience he was feeling from letting Lucy go without even letting his feelings known?
Landon was contemplating for a long time. His attention was elsewhere, to his wife, while he was inside an important meeting with the executives and managers of the company seated at the long table.
"Mr. President, is this project not to your liking?"
At the other end of the long table, a man in a white button-up shirt and blue pants stood with his eyes focused on Landon. His hands trembled as he poised his question, hoping that wasn't the case because he and his team had worked on this project for months.
