When I held out my driver’s license, his wide-eyed gaze widened further. The suspicion that had iced his every word now melted into astonishment. “Q-Q-Quinn Q-Quicksilver? Not the one and same?” “The one and same,” I assured him. “From the bassinet?” “I outgrew it.” “They sent you away.” “I came back.” “My life was never the same.” “The same as what?” I asked. “Never the same—after you.” “I’ve come to thank you for my life,” I said. “And to ask you about that morning. This is Bridget, who tells me she’s my fiancée, and this is her grandfather, Sparky. Do you want to see their ID?” “No. That’s
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