—Eloise—

The world seemed to blur around me until all I could hear was the frantic pounding of my heart.

Caleb Holt.

My first love. The boy who had broken my heart. The stranger I had spent seven years trying to forget.

He crossed the courtyard with the same steady confidence I remembered, one hand tucked into his pocket as he approached the entrance.

The helicopter disappeared into the night behind him.

“Who is that?”

“Isn't that Caleb Holt?”

A few faces turned toward me.

My ...