My breath caught in my throat. For illustrative purpose only
He was **my ex-boyfriend**. The same man who broke my heart two years ago… the man who had disappeared without explanation… the man I had spent months trying to forget.
He was standing in my mother’s hallway.
My mother beamed with pride. “Aaron, this is my daughter.
The one I told you so much about!”
His eyes locked onto mine — and I could see it.
Recognition. Shock. Guilt.
But he didn’t speak.
He didn’t *have to*. My legs felt weak.Continue reading…
