Lior’s POV
I watch her from where I stand, the paper still in her hand, her eyes wide and confused. But she doesn’t know what I know. She doesn’t know that I made sure this would happen.
Now you can’t avoid me any longer, Lila.
You chose the blue slip—your favorite color since we were kids. You used to say it reminded you of the sea you’d never seen, always dreaming about it. You’d say, “Someday I’ll see the ocean. I just know I will.” And now… maybe you don’t even remember that, but I do. That’s why I asked Daryl to include only one blue paper in the jar. I knew you’d pick it. I knew it would lead you back to me. Even if you don’t remember, maybe someday you will. And when that day comes, I hope you realize—everything I’ve done, I’ve done just to see you get closer to your dreams.
Dar
