She has the same deep blue eyes, the same full lips with the teardrop at the upper lip, the same tiny nose that fits the shape of her face. Reina. She’s finally here. We finally found our way back to each other after nine years. She stares at the engagement ring on her finger. It glints under the cottage’s soft light as she grins. I cross my arms over my chest. “Are you here for me or for that engagement ring?” “The ring. Definitely the ring.”
