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