Ryder

The way she confidently smiled despite her bloody lips, irked me.

I stood a couple of steps in front of her.

She looked nothing like I remembered. The sweet looking teenager before was gone, replaced by a crazed looking woman. Her nose slimmer—pointier, her eyes, once a vibrant blue, now dull, couldn't focus and was moving from side to side. She was thin and sickly pale and far from the Cassandra I knew.

"What happened to you?" I couldn't help but ask. I once ...