“Devon Luke Vanders.”
His body stiffened and just continued to drive. There is a 24-hour diner nearby, where he parked his car.
“Luke.” I reached out my hand to his. But he evaded my touch.
He heaved a sigh.
“How’d you know? You did not even notice the first time we met.”
“I did notice some similarities. But I—it never occurred to me that…” I could not continue. “Anyway…”
I took something in my purse and showed it to him. It was his handkerchief that I picked-up at our high school graduation. I sat it side by side with the one I got from his car.
“Remember our high school graduation? You came up to me. When you left, this one fell from your pocket, I think. I picked it up and looked for you, but then I could no longer locate you.”
“And you kept it close to you for two years?”
“Yes
