He looked exhausted.
Like he hadn’t slept in days.
For months, I had imagined everything I would say if I ever saw him again.
Every speech vanished the moment he stood in front of me.
I faced him across the gravel driveway, Nora warm against my chest.
“How long did you know?”
He didn’t pretend not to understand.
“From the bookstore.”
“So you found me on purpose.”
“I recognized your name. Then I saw you and…”
“The red bicycle,” I cut in. “All those questions about my childhood. You knew exactly who I was.”
His eyes lowered.
“I wanted to tell you.”
“For two years?”
“Emily…”
“You listened while I talked about the family my mother worked for. You knew exactly who I was talking about. You let me fall in love with you without telling me you were part of it.”
“I was afraid you’d look at me and see him.”
