EMILY’S POV.

I slipped in the tub, and nearly hit my head, but I struggled to get to my feet. Pushing away everything in my way. I stood on tiptoes, getting to the top. Straining to see. He was no longer there, but I knew he was the one. I wasn’t mistaken.

That face was one I had longed to see for months. I had roamed the streets, hoping to catch sight of that face, so why wouldn’t I recognize it even if I saw it for a second?

My heart came alive in that moment, beating the way it ...