“It wasn’t just a theory.”

The touch sent a flicker of heat straight through him—real, grounding, and impossibly distracting. She had no idea what she was asking. It wasn’t just a theory. It was the only place he’d ever managed to make sense of himself—and the one place he was terrified to be misunderstood. Just then a premonition, not a déjà vu, or maybe a déjà vu—Ray couldn’t decide what it was, so he just labeled it a feeling. A feeling of now and not-now washed over him and a sensation/remembrance of what he thought to be this very moment occurring.