"Mummy, we're back!"
The boy's voice rang through the gallery with innocent enthusiasm, and Marcus felt his heart stop as he watched the child enter with an elderly woman holding his hand.
Three years old. Dark hair. Heartbreakingly familiar features. He looked just like Catherine.
"We had a lovely time in Switzerland!" the boy continued, looking around the gallery with the casual comfort of someone who'd been there many times before. "Nana took me to see the mountains, and we rode the train, and I got to eat chocolate every day!"
Marcus stared at the child, and his brain couldn't process what he was seeing because it was impossible, couldn't be real, couldn't be happening.
A boy calling Catherine "Mummy."
The baby that had supposedly died with Catherine in the car accident four years ago.
Except this child was alive and healthy and real, standing in the gallery talking about Switzerland.
