where she had come from.
“So you matched with me because of Nora.”
Claire didn’t try to avoid the question.
“At first, yes.”
I put the photograph down on the coffee table.
“Wow.”
“Ethan, I wasn’t trying to trick you into a relationship.”
“You literally recognized me from childhood and didn’t tell me.”
“I know.”
“You went to coffee already knowing who I was.”
“Yes.”
“And I knew nothing.”
Claire shut her eyes for a second.
“Yes. I meant to tell you that day.”
I picked up the photograph again and tapped the newer handwriting.
“You wrote this before you saw me again.”
I looked at the date once more.
“Were you ever going to tell me? Where was this taken?”
“The old Pine Street library.”
I frowned.
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“Didn’t they gut that place years ago?”
“The original children’s room is still there,” she said. “They rebuilt around it.”
