"Do you think fate exists?"
I was surprised by Mike's query. His profile was lit by the moon's dim glow as he leaned against the balcony railing. His tone was serious, as if the burden had been bearing down on his chest for years, rather than humorous or rhetorical.
I was hesitant to respond. As I moved toward him, I said, "I don't know." "Life, in my opinion, is more about decisions than a set course of action."
His blue eyes were shaded by something I couldn't quite interpret as he turned to face me. "What if I told you that everything changed for me in just one moment?"
Uncertain of what he was leading to, I looked into his face. I answered quietly, "I think I believe you." "What took place?"
Mike let out a long sigh, his shoulders stiff. His voice was firm yet low as he started, "
