*Anna*

Then I spy Kyle at a corner table, looking vastly different from the stylish gentleman who had walked through the front door with me. His disheveled hair sticks up on the ends as though he has plowed his fingers through it repeatedly. His eyes are red and hold a desperation I have never seen before. He lifts his gaze from the table, catches sight of me, and relief washes over his features, giving him the appearance of a much younger man, the teasing, playful one I had come to love. Shoving back his chair, he stands and waves me over. I can’t deny the gladness that sweeps through me...