Reene

When Dale and I got back to our room at the hotel, I contemplated bringing up what I had just discovered. Was he already aware of the fact that we had met once before? I mean, if that photo had always been in his parents’ house, then he must have known, right?

Well, there’s only one way to find out.

“Dale, can we talk?” I asked, sitting at the edge of the bed. He settled beside me. “Your parents called at the hospital. While talking, I noticed a familiar framed picture behind them. Did you know we’ve met before?”

He nodded. “Yes. But you didn’t seem to remember it,...