POV: Felicia
Felicia did not remember much about the drive home.
Her hands shook so badly on the steering wheel that she had to pull over twice just to breathe.
The road in front of her blurred several times as tears filled her eyes.
She kept wiping them away.
Kept telling herself to calm down.
Kept reminding herself that she was no longer that broken woman from five years ago.
But none of it helped.
Because she had seen him.
After five years.
Five long years.
She had looked into Markus’s eyes again.
And somehow every wall she had spent years building around her heart had cracked.
Not broken.
Not fallen.
But cracked.
And she hated it.
Moon Goddess, she hated it.
She hated that seeing him still affected her.
Hated that hearing his voice still made her heart ache.
Hated t
