I began seeing ‘them’ in September. Let me assure you before you keep reading that this story is not going in the direction of The Sixth Sense—not quite. It was a sequence of numbers that kept reappearing when I was not looking for it: 444. I have at least fifteen screenshots of the times I casually picked up my phone and the time was 4:44. Drew and I experienced several instances of getting in his car only to find the number 4:44 flashing on the display board as soon as he turned the key. Sometimes, I’d notice those three numbers on the car clock during an important “conversation” with Drew at a stoplight (read: gentle argument related to my skills as a highly engaged passenger-seat driver). Each time, 4:44 was always the correct time, but still—what are the odds? . . .