That’s right. He’s here to see Emma. The more I think about it , the more I realize I don't know the reason why. I try to think back to our past? Future?
Fuck if I know.
It's starting to feel like more of a dream so maybe Emma is right.
Maybe I did have a walking vision.
Is it possible it didn't show me everything because Keith didn't have anything wrong with him in that version of us.
My hand stills.
What if this version has more changes than just my choices?
Or what if I can see things I missed then?
I stare at Keith for perhaps the first time since this dinner started. I look over his handsome features. His sharp jawline and thick brows. The small scar on the bottom left corner of his sensual lips.
He doesn't look sick.
His skin has a healthy glow and his body is a honed wea
