It was Connor. His hair had turned gray, and wrinkles covered his face, but I knew him instantly.
My mouth dropped open. I couldn't manage to say a single word.
Then he raised the ring from that very same old vending machine and said:
"Hi, sweetheart. We have so much to talk about. I never forgot you. I think the thought of finding you again was what gave me the strength to keep searching for you."
I desperately tried to say something, anything, but he continued:
