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
