I See the Face He Truly Loves
I have a secret.
If I touch anyone, I will be able to see the face of the person they love the most.
Ever since Dominic Hatterson has moved to the house next door when he was seven years old, I'm the one he loves the most.
When he holds hands with me as an 18-year-old, I remain the person he loves the most.
When he proposes to me at the age of 22, I'm still the person he loves the most.
On the morning of our third year anniversary, I tidy his collar for him. The moment my fingertips touch his Adam's apple, I close my eyes out of reflex.
Yet, that's when I see two faces.
One belongs to me. The other belongs to a woman I've never seen before.
That night, Dominic's phone lights up.
"Thank you for spending the day with me, Dom."
It's been 21 years since Dominic and I met. I've touched him over 100 thousand times already.
And yet, this is my first time finding a mistake.