They say hindsight is 20/20
It's been a year since that fateful New Years Eve: her work as a cardiologist continues. But some days, Grace remembers. She can hear a snippet of Madam Butterfly, or see a flash of dark blue and her mind wanders.
She could've gone with him; the mysterious, confused man with the curly hair. He did invite her. they could've traveled in his incredible box.
Some nights, she lays in bed considering the what-ifs. Wondering where he is or if he remembers her.
Grace could have said yes, but she chose to stay. And she feels the pain of that choice.