CAMILLA POV
As he continued to stand up holding Aria, his eyes rose to mine, and I could see a flicker of recognition. My heart pounded as he walked over to me, his gaze fixed on my scar.
"Young lady," he whispered, his voice low and urgent. "I know you. You're the stranger I helped that night."
The world was spinning around me. How did he…? Why did he...?
Archie searched my eyes for some answers, and I felt so naked that the mist seemed to absorb the diner; we just stood in one vague image of silent agreement.
At last, he said, "Come with me," in a firm and gentle tone. "We need to talk." I hesitated, not exactly clear on how I was to reply. Something told me that I could trust him somehow, and I nodded my head in the affirmative as he led me out of the diner.
Outside,
