Beth held a warm compress over the bruise on Sam’s jaw, and asked, “Honestly, did he hit you because I think I know that guy from before you came to Mexico, and if so, I think he’s a shady character—New York City, several months ago, a dark singles bar? As a matter of fact, you both looked familiar to me the moment I met each of you here, but I didn’t make the connection earlier because I met you first, and through Matt.” Samantha said no to both inquiries, but Beth could tell she had touched… Continue