The Difference a Year Makes
Did you ever like me back? Those words rang in her mind as she stood there, looking through the doorway of a familiar bookstore chain at an unfamiliar mall. Ian had suggested they make a pitstop here, that it might be fun to shop at a mall in another town, that they had plenty of time to get back before Sunday evening. All these things were true, of course, but as Allison saw the oddly familiar face of a stranger in the bookstore chairs, she began to wonder if maybe the universe had guided her here. That, of course, depended entirely on if that girl with the long, brown braid was who she seemed to be.