I returned to the floor beside her.
We drank terrible coffee in the middle of the night and talked about everything except the kiss that hadn’t happened.
When I left, she walked me to the door.
“Alex?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for stopping.”
I swallowed.
“You don’t have to thank me for that.”
“I think I do.”
She watched me for a moment.
Then she said, “I’m beginning to remember who I am.”
I smiled.
“Good.”
“And whoever I become next, I want it to be because I chose her.”
I knew then that whatever I felt for Karen was no longer a passing attraction.
I was falling in love with her.
And that was precisely why I had to be careful.
The First Time I Saw Michael’s Real Face
Three weeks later, Michael invited Daniel and me to dinner.
He called it a family discussion.
Daniel called it a terrible idea.
