“That’s incredible,” Devon said later as we drove into the city and I shared the full story. “Do you think she knows who she used to be?”
I thought about that. I didn’t think so.
“I supposed only time will tell. Although, I did read that many children exhibit behaviors when they are young regarding past lives, but that it often fades with time. So maybe time won’t tell.”
We drove in silence for a while. We had the top up, but the windows down. I loved the smell of fall, the crispness in the air. Even in the city, it was inescapable. Somehow it made everything feel fresh, clean, and new.
We’d come so far together. Growing. Sharing. Loving. Part of me wondered about some of the choices we’d made over the years, forks in the road that could have taken us in different directions.
“You eve
