Maya's POV

There he was.

Walking like he owned the night. Hoodie halfway pulled up, face half-shadowed, but I'd know that arrogant stride anywhere.

Theresa must've caught the shift in my face. "Are you sure that's your friend?" she asked Andrew again.

Andrew laughed, completely unaware he'd just opened Pandora's box. "Yeah. That's my guy. We go way back. Why?"

Because your guy is the one person I swore I'd never see again. Because I'd rather stick needles in my eyes than breathe the same ...