“This alley is taken. You’ll have to find another place to—” I turn to let my teary gaze fall on this stranger. His brown eyes widen with a recognition I don’t share. Strands of black hair fall around strong cheekbones while the rest is pulled back with a loose strap. I blink at the lonely silver streak threading among such darkness, as though a lock of my own hair lives on his head. “It’s you,” he breathes.
