DYER

She looks back, then turns to face me when I open the door. My throat feels tight as I look at her.

Her face looks exactly like how it did five years ago, the only change visible is her hair, which looks more grown out as opposed to the neck-length hair she had before.

I summon courage and walk into the room. What little thing she can remember will be best to know now.

Walking over to the chair opposite her, I sit down and force my eyes to look at hers.

Allowing my gaze to remain ...