MELISSA’S POV

Oh my gosh, hot tears streamed down my cheeks—the past I thought I had buried for four months now came crashing back with full force. How could he possibly find me? How?

I sat on the edge of my couch, my fingers twisting the hem of my dress, my heart still racing hours after I had slammed the door in his face. My chest ached, my palms were clammy, and no matter how hard I tried to breathe, it felt like my lungs were filled with smoke.

Xavier.

The one person I had ...