POV: Violet
The pen slipped from my fingers.
It clattered against the clipboard, the sharp sound echoing too loudly in the sterile corridor. My pulse spiked, thundering in my ears as my gaze locked on the man at the far end of the hall.
At first, I thought my eyes were betraying me. They’d done it before on subways, in coffee shops, in crowded city streets. I’d glance up and swear I saw him. His shoulders. His walk. His storm colored eyes. Then reality would pull the vision apart, leaving me hollow all over again.
But this time my heart knew before my mind caught up.
It was him.
Ryan.
My RayRay.
Older, sharper, dressed in a perfectly cut black suit that screamed power. The hallway lights glanced off his cheekbones, catching the edge of his jaw. His hair was darker, a little longer,
