This was silly! It was just her foolish imagination running away with her common sense. The chances that she'd found a photograph and letter from an ancestor of her client, Bill, in her home were astronomical, remote...ridiculous.

She peered at the photograph again. Certainly, the warm broad smile was the same. They appeared to be of the same height and build—tall and slim. What hair was visible beneath the cap looked as dark as Bill's. But she was sure the resemblance ended there.

She just had him on her mind, that's all. She'd been thinking about him ever since their session today and this was a perfect example of why she needed to end their counseling relationship. She was obviously obsessed and could think of nothing else besides him—even to the point of seeing his face in a photograph that looked like it might have been taken in the 1800s.