CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

"You didn't." My eyes narrowed at her.

"I'm sorry." She ran to open the door, revealing a slightly older man with a head full of dark hair. He looked way younger in person.

"Dad!" She hugged him before letting him in.

"I smell chicken fried rice. You cooked?" I didn't miss the tone of surprise in his voice.

She walked hand-in-hand with him to the kitchen. He hadn't seen me yet. He was more focused on their conversation.

When I finally came into view, he stopped in his tracks, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

"How..." My brows drew into confusion.

I looked at Charlie with panic in my eyes. He had the same green eyes as us and now they were filled with fear mixed with shock?

"My God! Evelyn."

My eyes widened in surprise. He'd mistaken me for his dead wife.

"Charlie? Can you please explain what's going on here?"

I looked back at Charlie who had a sheepish expression on her face.

I threw the napkin on the kitchen counter and folded my arms across my chest, anger evident on my face