XANDER
I keep telling myself not to be upset when I see Amara, but no matter how hard I try, the frustration creeps in every single time. I don’t want to be angry—I really don’t—but the feeling is always there, and sometimes, I wonder if it will ever go away.
I pulled up in front of the school gates, only to be stopped by security. Apparently, I wasn’t allowed in without a valid reason. So, with no other choice, I called Amara and asked her to come outside.
A few minutes later, she stepped out of the building, walking toward me with that familiar ease in her stride. But she wasn’t alone. Right behind her was Raymond—the man I seem to be running into far more often than I’d like.
It’s maddening to think his company is based in New York, yet here he is, settling comfortably into a new li
