How could I love a woman I didn’t know?
And yet, as I watched her walk into the cafe, I did know her. Flashes of a thousand smiles, each one radiant, blipped through my mind like movie scenes. Memories from someone else’s life, though the ache in my gut was all mine.
After the heart transplant, I knew my donor had given me more than my life.
With a deep breath, I sat across from her with her favorite—espresso.
Her eyes searched mine. “Hold on. Do I know you?”
“Part of me.” I moved my shirt to reveal my scar.