Hannah POV
I don't know why Michael came and sat down across from me, I felt a mix of dread and frustration coil in my chest.
This was not how I had planned to spend my time, especially not dealing with him. I had hoped to catch up with Aubrey, chat about life, relationships, and have a nice, relaxing time.
Instead, I was face-to-face with the ghost of my past. And it was a ghost I was not interested in revisiting.
I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. "Michael," I said, my voice steady but firm, "you really shouldn't be here. We don't have anything left to talk about."
"Hannah, I just… I've been thinking," Michael stammered, his eyes filled with that familiar look of desperation. He leaned forward slightly, as if getting closer to me would somehow make this conve
