“Do you think it’s helped at all? I mean . . . with the not knowing?” Leo considers the question, staring down at my half-eaten plate. “In some ways, kind of? I mean, who even knows if my parents came from anywhere near where her family is, but . . . it’s nice to learn about anyway.” There’s a beat, then, that I know isn’t the end of the thought, but the thought taking a new shape. I watch it in his face the same way I always have, wishing I could take it for granted. Wishing I knew if there would be a chance to watch it again. “It’s weird to think . . . in some other life . . . Carla and I would be living there. Like there’s some alternate version of us who do. You know?” Different CulturesAlternate RealityIn Another Life Author:Emma Lord, You Have A Match