MACEY

“What the hell is he doing here, Mason?”

My voice came out sharper than I meant, but I didn’t care. Mason froze mid-sentence, his expression flickering between guilt and panic—and that was all I needed to know something was seriously wrong.

Because standing there, in my brother’s driveway, was David.

My ex. He looked exactly the same—tall, neatly dressed, that familiar half-smile like he owned the air around him.

For a second, I thought my mind was playing tricks on ...