Van

“I see you,” Madison said again as the cold air swirled around us.

My breath caught.

Fuck.

What Madison said was the same thing I’d said to her on her wedding day.

I cleared my throat. “You aren’t supposed to see me.”

Not totally déjà vu.

This time our lines were reversed.

Recalling what Lena had said about Madison’s mental health, I forced my timbre to calm, so as to not spook or ...