That exact amount had surfaced before.
Six months ago.
With Ethan.
My boyfriend.
And his former fiancée.
Suddenly, I remembered something I had worked hard to forget.
A photograph.
Part of a woman’s face.
And a tiny mole beneath one eye.
Lauren had a mole in almost exactly the same spot.
No.
That was absurd.
It had to be a coincidence.
At least, that was what I wanted to believe.
But this time, I wasn’t prepared to dismiss the feeling.
To explain why, I need to go back six months.
I met Ethan in the parking lot of a hardware store.
I was struggling to load a large box fan into my trunk when a man behind me began honking angrily and shouting for me to hurry.
My hands started shaking.
Before I could say anything, a calm voice came from beside me.
“She’s almost finished. Give her a second.”