“I know my husband’s face!”

“Maybe the photo was altered, or maybe it was taken from an angle that hid someone else,” she suggested.

My mind raced back to the picture I had held earlier that day: a man who looked remarkably like Brandon, one arm resting casually on the hood of our truck while our three young sons smiled happily in front of him.

Our boys were young in that photo, but I knew their sweet faces by heart.