Amelia’s POV
My heart was lodged in my throat as he walked away from me. I couldn’t explain my feelings, as I didn’t fully understand, but I knew, without question, that I did not want him to walk out of my life again without a way for me to get in contact with him.
To my surprise, my cry actually worked, and the man stopped. He remained a few feet away from me, but he half-turned toward me. He didn’t say anything, just glanced back at me expectantly, like he was waiting for me to say my piece now that I had his attention.
I needed to speak quickly. He was already half-turned from me, and I knew he wouldn’t fully come back. If I wanted to stay in touch with him, I needed a way to do so.
That meant I needed his name.
“Please,” I said. “Please, just tell me your name.”
He hesitated, hi
