"Kiera, you—" Ethan's voice cut through the air, laced with worry.
Kiera's face was a mask of indifference as she recognized the man blocking her path. "Mr. Shaw," she said coldly, "people actually catch buses here. Either board or move aside."
"Where are you going? Let me drive you," Ethan insisted.
He reached for her suitcase, but she jerked it away, her frown deepening. Her frosty glare said everything.
"Enough, Ethan. Haven't you caused me enough trouble? I don't want your help."
He stiffened, then gave a bitter laugh. "This is on me..."
"Then get out of my way." Her final tone left no room for argument.
Suddenly, Ethan didn't recognize her. A pang of panic hit him—had all her feelings vanished? They'd once been so in love.
The bus lumbered to a stop. Kiera dragged her suitcase
