baseball cap standing on my curb back in Brooklyn. I remembered how she’d pulled the cap low over her face, hid her eyes behind oversized sunglasses. Hadn’t I thought that she’d looked like an actor? Hadn’t I wondered if I’d recognized her, even then? “No,” I said, swallowing hard. I felt numb all over. I didn’t want this to be true. I didn’t want to believe it. “No…Siobhan…”
