She imagined one day stumbling upon a co-worker or neighbor but never considered seeing Andrew again.  He’d lost weight, angles of his face more defined, eyes the familiar shade of blue held a sadness that wasn’t there before.  Unsure how to react, she watched him approach.  “Andrew, what are you doing in New York City?”  What the were the odds that they would bump into one another so soon and outside of England?  He hadn’t run to the tabloids about her gift of which she was thankful.  Standing with him in New York City, away from the memories of home, Hannah felt grateful of his presence.  Smiling, “It’s wonderful to see you.”  A hand automatically reached out to touch him.