She climbed off the bed and ran to Jon, reaching up and cupping his face between her hands. “Smile again.” He laughed, but he smiled, too. And she knew. “You’re not related to Luke Winchester,” she stated. “It’s not something I’m proud of, but he was my great-grandfather.” Elizabeth shook her head. “No, Jon. You look like Alex. The same hair, the same walk, the same eyes.” “You’re seeing something you want to see.” “Luke Winchester had black hair. Yours is blond. Alexander’s is blond.” “Family traits have a strange way of changing in a hundred years.” “What about your grandfather? What did he look like?” “Old,” Jon stated flatly. “Not always. Surely there must be some pictures around here from when he was young.”
