As I stepped out of the law firm’s glass doors, the relief and hope I was feeling was replaced by a chill. The sight of him stole the breath right out of my lungs and caused a chill to run down my spine. I stopped moving as my heart thudded against my chest. Why is he here? What does he want?
Suddenly, the wave of memories crashes in, and I recall our last encounter as if it just happened last night. Memories of his hands, his cold eyes, the threats, the lies and, most especially, the house I had finally escaped.
He was the last person I ever wanted to see. The one person who had no right to stand anywhere near me, let alone beside my car.
He looked too calm, too confident, like he still believed he had control over me. I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing my legs to move. There wa
