He looked at Emily, eyes full of regret.
“When I met you at that coffee shop six months ago, I had no idea who you were. You were bright, warm, easy to talk to. I felt something real. But I never imagined the universe could be this cruel.”
Emily’s voice was flat. Empty.
“You never asked my full name?”
“You used your mom’s last name everywhere,” he whispered. “And I never imagined…”