MACEY
“What the hell is he doing here, Mason?”
My voice came out sharper than I meant, but I didn’t care. Mason froze mid-sentence, his expression flickering between guilt and panic—and that was all I needed to know something was seriously wrong.
Because standing there, in my brother’s driveway, was David.
My ex. He looked exactly the same—tall, neatly dressed, that familiar half-smile like he owned the air around him.
For a second, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. But no—he was real. Real enough that my stomach dropped.
I spun back to Mason. “Why?”
Before he could answer, the front door swung open. My mom stepped out first, her too-bright smile doing little to hide the tension in her eyes. My dad followed, trying to look casual but failing miserably. Samantha trai
