Cassie's POV.
My tongue felt like it had turned to stone. Not a word could make it past my lips, not even a whisper. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat, each pulse shaking me as I stared at him, trying to believe both my ears and my eyes. The boy I had prayed I would never see again was standing in front of me, flesh and blood, smirking as if this were a pleasant reunion.
"You thought I would still be in juvenile?" Jimmy, or should I say, Jim Wyler, spoke casually, as if we were catching up on some old inside joke. His tone was light, but there was a shadow in his eyes that made my skin crawl. When I did not answer, his mouth twitched into a grin and he laughed, the sound sharp and jarring in the tiled silence of the bathroom. "Oh come on, Cassie. Don't tell me y
