had matched on Tinder.
A chill crawled across my arms even though Claire’s apartment was warm.
“Ethan?”
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Her voice came from the bedroom.
I kept staring at the handwriting.
A second later, Claire stepped into the living room.
The dress fit her exactly the way I’d hoped it would.
Emerald green, just as I’d imagined when I returned to the boutique without her. Her dark hair was loosely pinned behind one ear, and she was still fastening the earring on the other side.
For a moment, she smiled.
Then her eyes landed on the photograph.
Her fingers remained frozen against the earring.
She never finished fastening it.
“Where did you get that?”
I nearly laughed.
“Your couch.”
Claire didn’t respond.
I lifted the photograph.
“Who is Nora?”
Her hand slowly dropped.
“Ethan…”
“No.” I pointed at the date. “Why did you write this the day we met?”
She
