CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

LENA

“WHAT…YOU…” Any ability I had to form a coherent sentence evaporated as I stared at my ex.

He was here. In D.C. Less than two feet away, standing with an unsettling calmness.

“Surprise.” His hands slipped into his pockets, and he rocked back slightly. His jeans were more worn than he usu...

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