~Aaron~

Words couldn't begin to describe the frustration and disbelief I felt in that moment, standing in my own house, staring at Angelina with a suitcase in hand.

I didn’t need to ask why she was here; the suitcase said it all. She’d come to stay, uninvited.

I should have turned her around, booked her the next flight to New York, and sent her on her way. It was exactly what I should have done. But she hadn’t told me she was coming for a reason—because she knew ...