“I’m not sure if I believe in destiny either,” she admits, her cheeks pink from the brisk cold. “But since I was a little girl, I’ve done this thing. Where I wish on elevens. When the clock turns to 11:11, it’s like a sign. Angel numbers,” she goes on. “The night I came to Parkerville, I wished on 11:11 that this move would be the right thing. I think that wish came true when I met you.”
