My jittery hands could barely hold on the phone. Where would my body get the courage to face Desmond if it were him standing behind me? “Cassidy,” the person took my name, unveiling the mystery of their identity. The painful anxiety left my body, and my muscles relaxed. If they hadn't said something, I would have stayed there stiff as a rock forever. “You scared me, Mia,” I said, looking back. Mia put her hand on the railing. “Who were you expecting?” she asked while walking down ...