of what she wanted.
The 20-year age difference made me hesitate, but not for very long.
Our first coffee lasted nearly four hours.
She remembered that I hated cinnamon in coffee.
I remembered that she bought terrible refrigerator magnets whenever she traveled.
By our third date, she knew my boss’s name, my favorite pizza place, and how I’d gotten the scar on my wrist.
With Claire, I’d never felt like I had to wonder what she meant.
Apparently, what I’d been wrong about was 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
