I Found You

by Lisa Jewell

He looks lost.

“I live in chaos. I have three very loud, rude children and three untrained dogs and my house is a mess. So don’t come with me expecting a sanctuary. It’s far from it.”

“His passport is fake, Mrs. Monrose. There is no Carl John Robert Monrose.”

And he didn’t walk in. He jumped. Like he was trying to get away from someone.” “From who?” “I don’t know,” he says, “but it felt like it might have been me.”

It is like onions. People reveal themselves to you a layer at a time. That is why you should wait. Wait until you get to the layers near the bottom. Usually where the worst stuff is. And then, if the worst stuff is not so bad, then you marry.”

You are brave and foolish. But I cannot stop you.”

I am dark. That doesn’t mean I can’t have fun. I can have lots of fun. But when it is just me. Alone. With myself—there is no sunshine.”

“Well, high-five, Frank. The fucker totally had it coming.”