For one moment, he stared at me and I felt a connection that reverberated all the way down to my soul. In the next moment, as though all the light in him had been eradicated, his features became shuttered and the fiery gold of his eyes became cold. It hurt. I couldn’t remember a time in my life—this time or the others—when I felt so thoroughly rejected. I tried to console myself with the plain and simple truth that he likely didn’t know me. I looked nothing like the girl he’d known—and in truth, I really wasn’t her. There were bits and pieces of her in me, but each life I’d lived had twisted, fractured, then remade the parts of me. I was a far cry from that girl. Then…he’d called me Becky. Another fragment of memory came free and I remembered. I’d been Rebecca and he’d been all I’d ever wanted. At least that much hadn’t changed.
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