him.
“She looks exactly like you did at her age.”
My stomach tightened.
“Then she told me her name was Ellie. I casually asked what her mother’s name was. She said Sarah.”
He shook his head.
“I couldn’t believe it.”
“I still don’t understand how you know me.”
He hesitated.
“Do you remember Maple Street?”
My chest tightened.
“In Millbrook?”
The world seemed to shift slightly.
Maple Street.
My childhood street.
Four hundred miles away.
The place where my mother had once walked me to an ice cream truck on
