Leah

The hallway tilted, and my heartbeat pounded in my ears.

I was still finding it hard to believe he was really standing before me. But he was.

He still had the same scar on his face, the same lips, the same eyes, except now —

His gaze shifted and locked on mine.

— they looked at me without a flicker of recognition.

A slow smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Why do you look like you've seen a ghost, doll?"

That was all the confirmation I needed.

I let out a shaky breath. ...