The green dress I\u2019d saved for was still in Claire\u2019s bedroom when my phone slipped beneath her couch. I reached into the gap and pulled out something with my own eight-year-old face on it. Then I saw a note in Claire\u2019s handwriting dated the day we matched on Tinder, and realized she\u2019d known me first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My phone disappeared between Claire\u2019s couch cushion and the armrest while she was in the bedroom changing into the green dress I\u2019d bought her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I muttered something I wouldn\u2019t repeat in front of my mother and shoved my hand into the gap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
SHE WAS IN THE BEDROOM CHANGING INTO THE GREEN DRESS.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My fingers found two quarters, a pen cap, something that felt suspiciously like an ancient potato chip, and finally my phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But when I pulled my hand out, a photograph came with it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It landed facedown on the rug.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I picked it up automatically.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A PHOTOGRAPH CAME WITH IT.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The picture was old enough that the colors had faded around the edges. A group of children sat on the floor of what looked like a library, each holding a book.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Near the end of the row was a skinny boy with uneven brown hair and a gap where one front tooth should have been.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eight years old, maybe nine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I knew it was me because I remembered that awful striped shirt. My mother had insisted it made me look \u201chandsome.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I REMEMBERED THAT AWFUL STRIPED SHIRT.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had never given Claire a childhood photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Standing beside me was a girl about my age wearing purple glasses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I turned the photograph over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In faded blue ink, someone had written:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNora + Ethan, Summer Reading Club.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I HAD NEVER GIVEN CLAIRE A CHILDHOOD PHOTOGRAPH.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Below that, in much newer black ink, were five words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFound Ethan today. Tell him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Underneath was a date.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was the date Claire and I had matched on Tinder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
UNDERNEATH WAS A DATE.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cold prickled across my arms even though Claire\u2019s apartment was warm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her voice came from the bedroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stared at the handwriting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A second later, Claire stepped into the living room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I STARED AT THE HANDWRITING.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The dress fit her perfectly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Emerald green, exactly the way I\u2019d pictured it when I went back to the boutique without her. Her dark hair was pinned loosely behind one ear, and she was still fastening the other earring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For a moment, she smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
THE DRESS FIT HER PERFECTLY.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then she saw the photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her fingers stayed on the earring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She didn\u2019t finish putting it in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere did you get that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
SHE SAW THE PHOTOGRAPH.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I held the photograph up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her hand dropped slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo.\u201d I pointed to the date. \u201cWhy did you write this the day we met?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She looked toward the couch as though there might be another answer sitting there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Finally she said, \u201cBecause I knew who you were.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The green dress suddenly looked absurdly bright in the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou knew me before we matched?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBECAUSE I KNEW WHO YOU WERE.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire looked at the photograph instead of answering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I read the note aloud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2018Found Ethan today. Tell him.\u2019 Tell me what?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She reached for the back of a dining chair but didn\u2019t sit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNora was my sister.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I READ THE NOTE ALOUD.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked at the little girl in the photograph again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something moved at the edge of my memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A book held open between two sets of knees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nothing stayed long enough to grab.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
SOMETHING MOVED AT THE EDGE OF MY MEMORY.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy half-sister. She was much younger than me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy am I in a picture with her?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire looked directly at me now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBecause you were friends.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The answer should have helped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Instead, it made everything worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWHY AM I IN A PICTURE WITH HER?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had spent six months believing I knew exactly how Claire and I began.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was 25 and nearly done with dating apps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire was 45. She had been different from her very first message. She was direct, funny, and certain about what she wanted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I WAS 25 AND NEARLY DONE WITH DATING APPS.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The 20-year age difference made me hesitate, but only briefly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Our first coffee lasted almost four hours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She remembered that I hated cinnamon in coffee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I remembered that she collected terrible refrigerator magnets whenever she traveled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
THE 20-YEAR AGE DIFFERENCE MADE ME HESITATE.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By our third date, she knew the name of my boss, my favorite pizza place, and the story behind the scar on my wrist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With Claire, I had never had to guess what she meant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Apparently I\u2019d only been guessing where she\u2019d come from.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I HAD NEVER HAD TO GUESS WHAT SHE MEANT.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSo you matched with me because of Nora.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire didn\u2019t dodge it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I set the photograph on the coffee table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEthan, I wasn\u2019t trying to trick you into a relationship.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou literally recognized me from childhood and didn\u2019t tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI WASN\u2019T TRYING TO TRICK YOU INTO A RELATIONSHIP.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou went to coffee already knowing who I was.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd I knew nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She closed her eyes for a second.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes. I meant to tell you that day.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I picked up the photograph and tapped the newer handwriting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou wrote this before you saw me again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI MEANT TO TELL YOU THAT DAY.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked at the date on the photograph again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWere you ever going to tell me? Where was this taken?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe old Pine Street library.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDidn\u2019t they gut that place years ago?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe original children\u2019s room is still there,\u201d she said. \u201cThey rebuilt around it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDIDN\u2019T THEY GUT THAT PLACE YEARS AGO?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then I could see pieces of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A paper sun hanging crookedly from a ceiling tile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I could almost smell the dusty carpet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I COULD SEE PIECES OF IT.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stared at the picture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHer glasses were yellow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNora\u2019s glasses. They were yellow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire looked at the photograph again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cThey were yellow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire stared at me for a second.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWith yellow nail polish. My mother almost lost her mind.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The image arrived so suddenly I had to sit down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A girl sitting cross-legged with thick yellow glasses, reading a paperback too close to her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
THE IMAGE ARRIVED SO SUDDENLY.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I couldn\u2019t remember the title.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I remembered being annoyed with her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou want to go there?\u201d Claire asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She caught herself immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSorry. Wrong question.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYOU WANT TO GO THERE?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then she tried again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIf you want to know where the picture came from, I\u2019ll tell you here. Or I can show you. Or I can leave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was the first thing she\u2019d said all evening that didn\u2019t feel chosen for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI CAN SHOW YOU. OR I CAN LEAVE.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTake me to the library.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire changed out of the green dress without another word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Twenty minutes later, we were standing beneath the fluorescent lights of the Pine Street branch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The adult section looked completely unfamiliar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The children\u2019s room didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
THE ADULT SECTION LOOKED COMPLETELY UNFAMILIAR.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Smaller than I remembered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I walked slowly past the shelves until I found the back corner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere used to be a blue rug.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire pointed. \u201cRight there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I sat at one of the little tables.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My knees barely fit underneath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire stayed near the doorway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then I saw a display of adventure books.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And another piece came back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nora slamming a book shut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Me accusing her of skipping three pages.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her telling me I was just slow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I SAW A DISPLAY OF ADVENTURE BOOKS.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I laughed before I meant to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire didn\u2019t ask why.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe cheated,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked over at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire smiled, but it wasn\u2019t really at me. It was at somebody who wasn\u2019t there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hated how much that hurt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWas she sick?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire glanced toward the doorway before answering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The thing she\u2019d been carrying toward me for six months.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe had a chronic condition from childhood. That summer was one of the better stretches.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEvery week she could.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire walked over but stopped on the other side of the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe hated people asking about her health before they asked her name.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTHAT SUMMER WAS ONE OF THE BETTER STRETCHES.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked at the empty chair beside me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat was why she liked you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I gave her a sharp look.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t turn me into some saintly eight-year-old.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire almost smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou weren\u2019t. You made her cry once because you said she cheated at Uno.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTHAT WAS WHY SHE LIKED YOU.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Despite myself, I laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It lasted maybe two seconds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then the harder question returned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat happened to her?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire pulled out the chair across from me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWHAT HAPPENED TO HER?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNear the end of that summer, our mom took Nora out of town for specialized treatment. Everybody thought she\u2019d be gone a few weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My fingers found a scratch carved into the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEVERYBODY THOUGHT SHE\u2019D BE GONE A FEW WEEKS.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stopped moving my thumb over the scratch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire continued quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe died that winter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stared toward the shelves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Somewhere behind us, a child laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For a while, neither of us said anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then I asked, \u201cNobody told me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut you knew I existed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou knew who I was when you saw me on Tinder.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire looked down at her hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBecause I thought I\u2019d finally been given a chance to tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know your last name for years,\u201d she continued. \u201cI knew Ethan. I knew your mom used to pick you up in a red car. I knew you moved not long after Nora got sick. By the time I thought seriously about finding you, I had almost nothing useful.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI DIDN\u2019T KNOW YOUR LAST NAME FOR YEARS.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut eventually you did.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSeventeen years later, your face showed up on my phone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I rubbed both hands over my jeans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd you swiped right.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTo tell me Nora died. That was the whole plan?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAND YOU SWIPED RIGHT.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOne coffee. Tell you who I was. Tell you what happened. Thank you for being her friend.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire gave a tired little laugh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThen you ordered another coffee. You stayed until they started stacking chairs around us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTELL YOU WHO I WAS.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t answer why you lied, Claire.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At least she didn\u2019t try pretending it did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIf Nora had never existed, would you have swiped right on me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTHAT DOESN\u2019T ANSWER WHY YOU LIED, CLAIRE.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire looked at me for several seconds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It hurt more than a prettier answer would have.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She continued before I could speak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI probably wouldn\u2019t have stopped on your profile long enough to find out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
IT HURT MORE THAN A PRETTIER ANSWER WOULD HAVE.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut Nora got me to that coffee shop,\u201d she admitted. \u201cShe didn\u2019t make me order another coffee. Or stay until they stacked the chairs around us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat happened after that doesn\u2019t erase what happened before it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere you go again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNORA GOT ME TO THAT COFFEE SHOP.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I picked up the photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou kept deciding what I was allowed to know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire didn\u2019t defend herself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Finally she said, \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAt first, because I didn\u2019t want you to think I was using Nora to get close to you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou were using Nora to get close to me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
CLAIRE DIDN\u2019T DEFEND HERSELF.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire stared at the gray carpet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLater I was scared you\u2019d leave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That was the first answer all night that didn\u2019t come dressed up as something noble.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I folded the photograph once, then immediately opened it again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI need some time by myself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI WAS SCARED YOU\u2019D LEAVE.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo you want me to leave?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I walked outside alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And for once, Claire didn\u2019t follow me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But halfway across the library courtyard, another memory came back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nora snapping a book shut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My own childish voice saying:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFine. Finish it yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because suddenly I needed to know whether that had been the last thing I ever said to her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ANOTHER MEMORY CAME BACK.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCan you come outside?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She appeared a minute later but stopped several feet away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI remembered something.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI told Nora to finish the book herself.\u201d I rubbed the edge of the photograph with my thumb. \u201cWas that the last time I saw her?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI REMEMBERED SOMETHING.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire shook her head slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know exactly what your last conversation was.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That answer helped more than false certainty would have.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut she talked about you afterward,\u201d Claire added.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMostly that you were annoying.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe also said you always waited when she fell behind reading.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked down at the picture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For years, Nora had existed somewhere in my mind as a missing piece I\u2019d stopped noticing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now she was becoming a person again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
NORA HAD EXISTED SOMEWHERE IN MY MIND.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI believe you love me. But I don\u2019t know what I trust yet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo, you don\u2019t. Neither do I.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat do you want me to do?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The question surprised me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTonight? Tell me about Nora.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We spent another hour talking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nora hated raisins. She wanted a motorcycle when she turned 16. She believed rules in board games were \u201csuggestions.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When we returned to Claire\u2019s apartment, the green dress was folded over a chair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo you want me to return it?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDO YOU WANT ME TO RETURN IT?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI bought it because you wanted it,\u201d I said. \u201cThat part didn\u2019t change.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Four days later, I returned to the library alone and checked out the book Nora and I had once argued over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The ending was terrible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI BOUGHT IT BECAUSE YOU WANTED IT.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNora was right. The ending is awful.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her reply came almost immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe was unbearable when she was right.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m still at the library if you want to come argue about it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSHE WAS UNBEARABLE WHEN SHE WAS RIGHT.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Claire arrived 20 minutes later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We sat at the little children\u2019s table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I read, her hand moved automatically toward the page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I put one finger down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
WE SAT AT THE LITTLE CHILDREN\u2019S TABLE.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I finished the paragraph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then I turned the page myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I FINISHED THE PARAGRAPH.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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