I didn’t.
Later in our relationship, he once asked if I remembered owning a red bicycle.
I had laughed.
“Actually, yes.”
He became strangely quiet afterward.
At the time, I thought nothing of it.
Now I understood.
There had never been a coincidence.
Julian had found me.
And for two years, he had loved me while carrying a history I didn’t know belonged to us.
The question was why he had chosen to disappear once our future became real.
By sunrise, I knew where I was going.
