With vindication for Hannah and Lucie on my mind, I'm not sensible enough to be scared. I slide up to the computer beside the guy, and look at him, glancing sideways.

My heart beating, I keep staring. And finally he looks over at me.

"Hi," he says.

"Hi."

"What's your name?"

"Hannah," I say, using a name that could be familiar to him.

"Hi Hannah."

We stare at each other. He's turned towards me, hands in the pockets of the black suit pants he wears. Not many men in San Francisco wear suits, which is why I think I know him.

"You look so familiar," I tell him. "Have we met before?"

He laughs a little, and a chill runs down my spine.

"I don't know.&q...

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