“I ordered it as a joke.”
Denise, 52, was two years out of a long marriage and tired of dating apps when her friends talked her into getting a soulmate sketch on girls’ night.
She taped it to her fridge and forgot about it. Eight months later, the man in front of her in a coffee shop line turned around, and she dropped her phone. Same grey temples. Same kind eyes. Same little scar on his chin.
“Maybe it’s a gift, maybe it’s coincidence. Either way, it gave me hope again.”