Life is not predictable. Happiness is not black and white.
With a simple touch, Sam can see his life, his future, and what it would be like with her. It makes him reconsider…everything. But the happiness foretold — that surreal showing of what life could be — can only be cultivated by heartbreak. Because Grace, the woman whose touch has revealed a warm, welcoming, and possible future, is a complete stranger. And Sam is committed to another. They sit together on a plane — Sam flying home, Grace with her hand on his, and the foretelling of a happy life, which, for the moment, exists only in the static energy emanating between their harmless embrace 15,000 feet in the air.
They are strangers. They are familiar. They don’t know any better.