—Alec—

I was with Clarissa Wren, but my attention kept drifting to Mabel.

The moment Dr. Evelyn left, I dismissed Clarissa. “Excuse me, a minute,” and headed over.

Nothing prepared me for the shock that tumbled my system when she denied knowing me.

“It’s me, Alec. Alec Rivera,” I stuttered, flabbergasted.

But she insisted not knowing me.

It was her scent. I was certain. It was those brown eyes—the same ones I had looked into that morning six years ago.

How could she not ...