ELLA

Seeing Ivy and Harris climb out of that car is a nightmare I didn’t sign up for. What the fuck? She’s smiling, grinning as she approaches Devlin, telling him some bullshit I am too disoriented to listen to.

And Harris. Fuck. The sight of him scrubs goosebumps up my arms. He looks the same. Tall, handsome, steady, and the sight of him hits me like a slap I should have seen coming.

Memories flood back without permission.

I thought I was getting over it. It felt like I had forgotten ...