The man on the bridge had the same height as Oliver, and his voice sounded like his too.I couldn't believe it, not at all. That couldn't be true. It couldn't be him, no way! How had I not recognized him on the first day? Maybe because I was so scared and dealing with my own problems, I couldn't focus on his real identity—especially after the news about the other man's death. I had truly believed it was the same person. What a strange coincidence.I remembered what Denise had said.“He tried to take his own life, but at the last moment something happened and made him change his mind, so he went back home.”Could they really be the same person? But then... didn't he recognize me the next day either?That question stayed in my mind all night long. I didn't sleep for a second.In the morning, I remembered something. The man from that night had a red sports car with a horse emblem. I also remembered that when I first arrived here, I had seen a car in the garage covered with a black sheet.