Our eyes catch and hold. For one beat and then two. Even as chatter breaks out around us, I can’t look away. And though Gwen is younger, she’s no little girl. She holds my gaze back just as boldly. I’ve thought that maybe she’s angry, going out of her way to be polite but secretly resenting me. After all, I’m the one who got the number wrong. I’m the one who didn’t try harder to track her down.
