“Who knows?” He climbed out into the snowy night, his gaze meeting mine one last time. My breath left my lungs, and he inhaled as if to capture the same air that had occupied my body. “Perhaps I’ll see you again… so you don’t have to be lonely.” He shrugged mischievously. “I’m very good at getting into places I shouldn’t.” And then he was gone, the open window the only proof he’d ever been there.
