sunlight coming through the glass was playing tricks on me.
But I knew that face better than my own. I knew the tiny dimple on his left cheek that only appeared when he was genuinely amused. I knew the navy polo shirt—the one I had given him for our last anniversary. I knew the beach in Maui behind him.
I knew that beach because I was the one who had taken that picture. I remember the smell of the salt air and the way he laughed when the sand got
