I never thought I’d see her again. She was just another American girl, looking for a good time. What she found was me.

The little girl with cinnamon skin, a wild mass of tight curls, and jade-green eyes splashes out of the water laughing. My heart stops.

She smiles and I smile back. It’s like gazing into a mirror.

She looks about nine.

It was almost ten years ago when Allie and I shared one unforgettable night of passion. The first time for both of us.

Allie would have told me – wouldn’t she?

I clench my fists – hiding my fury from this child. Tears sting my eyes and the hurt is as real and awful as the day Allie left.

Why have they come back? The girl laughs and runs off down the beach.

My world just changed forever.