There was something of Simon in his face.

I saw it so strongly that, for a moment, I treated resemblance as the answer I had come to find.

It was not an answer.

Family likeness could mean several things.

It could also be something a frightened person believed she saw because she expected it.

But in that room, I was not yet thinking carefully enough to hold all the possibilities.

“Are you okay?” Denise asked.