Rose's POV

He turned and locked eyes with mine with something I could not discern. Was there a hint of pain? Of confusion? Both? The lips curled and, in a split second, I felt I was staring at a stranger.

“You’ve changed, Rose,” he said in a low but biting voice. “You’re not the person I used to know. The person I could talk with, the person who cared.”

I swallowed, trying not to think about the churning in my stomach. Just what I was afraid of. Just what I had been trying ...