He looked exactly like the man from the airport—the man I’d had a premonition about when our hands connected on my heart-promise bracelet. I’d long ago convinced myself that hadn’t been real. I sometimes saw that face late at night, right before I fell asleep, when my mind liked to play tricks and make me think I’d missed out on an opportunity with my soulmate or something. It couldn’t be the same guy. There was no way.
