JOHNNY'S POV.

I have not been able to sleep since my encounter with her at the bar. So many things about her looked so familiar, even though her face and voice wasn't. From the questions and the way she reacted to my answers, there was an air of familiarity about her. She reminds me of Monalisa, my late wife. I know she's dead, at least, I saw her body, but it just seems she is alive in this strange woman.

How we even met that day is strange.

I had left my wife, Mandy, in the car to get some classic Italian food for us at Brookfield Place. I was...