I remembered that bakery.

I remembered looking around for Luke’s friends.

The hidden camera.

The joke I was convinced I was missing.

I remembered wondering why a man like him would randomly walk across a bakery just to talk to me.

And now Luke was telling me it hadn’t been random.

I kept reading.

“I had seen you there before.”

There were more pages underneath.

I reached for them.

Then I heard the front door open.

“Mia?”

Luke was home.

His footsteps came closer.

Then he appeared in the doorway.

He smiled when he saw me sitting among our wedding photographs.

“What are you doing?”

His eyes dropped to the paper in my hand.

His smile disappeared.

He recognized it immediately.

“Where did you find that?”

My stomach dropped.

“All these years…”

He stood completely still.

“Mia, baby.”

“What is this?”

He exhaled.

“I can explain.”

Those were not the words I wanted to hear.

“You wrote that meeting me wasn’t an accident.”

“It wasn’t.”

My chest tightened.

“Was it a bet?”

His eyes widened.

“What?”

“Did somebody dare you to ask for my number?”

“No.”

“Was somebody watching?”

“Mia, no.”

“Then why did you pretend you’d never seen me before?”

He stepped closer.

I raised my hand.

“Just tell me.”

Luke looked at the letter.

Then he said something I wasn’t prepared for.

“Read the rest.”