'What are the odds that I would bump into my ex or my family? I haven't accidentally crossed paths with any of them in five years; how will just one night change it? And who's to say they would even recognise me if we met? They think I'm dead anyway, and I'm no longer bearing my birth name. I could walk past them, and they wouldn't even know I did.' I thought as I bit my inner cheek.

"You're getting it, aren't you?" Dorothy grinned and dropped her hand from my face.

"It's not as easy as you think. What if that one night could make all the difference? What...