Rosa’s POV
Milo stepped closer. He looked bigger than the last time I had seen him. He now had a beard which made him look older…and rougher. His hands were buried deep in his pockets and my heart jumped when I noticed. I thought he was holding a gun.
I had seen him handle a gun before and he had pointed it at me. I tried to push the memory away as he stood just a few breaths from where I stood. The smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol glued to him an unpleasant smell that made me want to retch.
“You thought I wouldn’t find you?” he asked, grinning.
I didn’t answer. I hadn’t been hiding all these years, I was living. But explaining that to Milo felt pointless.
“You’ve been trending in the news,” he continued, his eyes sweeping over the building behind me, from where I had stepped ou
