He stood there for a long time, reading and rereading it, convinced it was a coincidence—another Adeline, another story. But something about the font, phrasing, and even the tone of the topic carried her precision. He tore the flyer down before anyone could notice.
That night, he didn’t sleep. He kept picturing her name on that piece of paper, steady and alive. The idea of seeing her again both terrified and electrified him. By dawn, he’d made up his mind. He was going. He had to know.