The night before I was supposed to meet my online boyfriend, I sent him a group photo and asked him to guess which woman was me. He stared at it long enough to make my stomach tighten, then asked if I was the man in the blue jacket. By morning, he had a new excuse for missing our date and a friend ready to take his place. I knew exactly who was waiting for me at the café. I went anyway. What I didn't know was whether the stranger across the table had agreed to fool me—or whether I was the first person in either of their lives to ask for the whole truth.