It's... Wilson Birch!

He was in a suit and his hair was meticulously-combed, just as she remembered. The sight of him made her heart ache.

Time had been kind to him as he remained handsome.

She, however, was wounded all over and was no longer the same person she was in the past.

Seemingly sensing her gaze, Wilson turned in her direction.

Clara hastily grabbed her son and ran towards the emergency exit without thinking.

The staff at the counter shouted, "What's wrong, ma'am?"

Wilson, who