—Alec—
I was with Clarissa Wren, but my attention kept drifting to Mabel.
The moment Dr. Evelyn left, I dismissed Clarissa. “Excuse me, a minute,” and headed over.
Nothing prepared me for the shock that tumbled my system when she denied knowing me.
“It’s me, Alec. Alec Rivera,” I stuttered, flabbergasted.
But she insisted not knowing me.
It was her scent. I was certain. It was those brown eyes—the same ones I had looked into that morning six years ago.
How could she not remember me? Or was she snubbing me? Reducing me to nothing?
I was still trying to wrap my head around it, when that ‘bastard’ walked in. Tom Marlow.
She brushed us off as if we were children.
Boys?
No woman has ever called me that— except my grandma. They feared me. Respected me. Revered me…none had ever tried t
