away.
In Millbrook, the town where I grew up and left when I turned eighteen.
There was absolutely no reason an ice cream truck driver in my current neighborhood should know any of that.
I tried to find the obvious explanation.
“Ellie, did you tell him my name?”
“No.”
“Did you tell him strawberry shortcake used to be my favorite?”
“No.”
She looked genuinely confused.
“I didn’t tell him anything about you. He just knew.”
That sentence bothered me.
He just knew.
So the following evening, when the faint music
