"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I missed you. I just wanted to see you," he said, eyes fixed on mine, slightly bloodshot.

"Well, I didn't miss you. And you're very unwelcome here." I stared at him coldly. "Keep your cheap feelings to yourself. I don't need them anymore."

I thought I was past caring. But saying the words still hurt more than I'd expected.

"Grace, things aren't what you think they are—or what I thought, either," ...