I Saw Him in Her Heart

Summary

I have a secret.

When I touch someone, I see the face of the person they love most.

Since Natalie moved in next door when we were seven, I always saw myself in her heart.

At eighteen, when she held my hand—it was me.

At twenty-two, when she proposed—it was me.

On our wedding night, when she kissed me—it was still me.

On the morning of our third anniversary, I fixed the hem of her dress.

My fingers grazed her ankle.

Out of habit, I closed my eyes.

This time, I saw two faces.

Mine.

And some guy I'd never seen before.

That night, Natalie's phone lit up.