I shake my head at that, by way of agreement. "No," I say. I couldn't have expected that I'd see Amber today, even if it's just her face on someone else. There's no way I could have imagined this, though there are days I think I see her disappearing around every corner. That's different. I know that's all me, some trick of faulty wiring in my brain. This, here, is something real.

I think of telling her that it's just been a long time, but I leave it at that. My family history has nothing to do with her.

"I'm Harley," I say instead. I need a name to give her, anything but Amber.