When Olivia Wynne opened the door, the living room lights were on, and the TV was playing.
Zachary Fairchild sat bolt upright, his eyes fixed on the television, but his gaze flickered toward the door.
Olivia changed into her slippers by the door and then walked toward the living room.
"What are you watching?"
"A show you used to be in."
Olivia glanced over. It was a show the body's previous owner had filmed, a bit part with only a handful of scenes.
"You're certainly patient. How many scenes could I possibly have in a show this long?"
Zachary Fairchild didn't answer. He used the remote to replay the scene he'd just been watching, then looked back at Olivia.
"You're different from how you used to be."
Olivia, who had been about to put her shoes on the rack, froze.
"How so?"
'Zachary Fairchild never even spent time with the original owner. How could he possibly tell the difference between us?'
"Your eyes."
