Raelynn's POV

No.

This isn't happening.

This can't be real.

The words loop in my mind, over and over. It's a mantra of disbelief. Four years have passed, yet there he is—Roldan—standing just across the basketball court. One glance, and there’s no mistaking him.

It’s impossible, but it’s him.

I know every detail of that face better than my own: the warm hazel eyes with their unique gold flecks, the faint ...