After the ceremony, I sought answers. I approached Daniel, my voice trembling with the weight of unasked questions. “Who is she?” I asked, barely managing to keep my emotions in check.

Daniel’s face softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Jonathan, meet Claire,” he said. “I know she resembles Emma, but she’s a different person, with her own story.”

Claire. The name felt foreign, yet oddly soothing. She approached us, her expression a mix of empathy and understanding. “I’m sorry for the confusion,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to cause pain.”