GREY'S POV
My eyes roved over every edge of the paper, checking to see if I had missed any details. Clutching the paper in my hands, I sat down heavily on my bed. I cast my mind once more to that day. There could be no mistake about it. This was me at the cafe. I even remembered the shirt I wore in the picture. It was then it occurred to me that I had been so close to meeting Leila under entirely different circumstances. If I had actually struck an acquaintance that day with her, she would not have had a reason to hate my guts.
And then what? said a voice in my head. Would that have changed anything? You would still be in a relationship where you were scared that she would find out who or is it what you are.
The picture was no doubt drawn by Leila. Her name on it told me that much. She
