My smile froze, then faded slowly and steadily.
My hand curled tight around the fabric of my pants, trembling a little before I even realized it.
Seeing Brandon brought all those old feelings rushing back. It was a physical reaction I couldn't fight.
Brandon's whole world flipped upside down in that second.
After all this time, he'd started to suspect I wasn't actually dead.
Rumors had even spread online that I'd just stepped away to recover from a bad injury.
The label had never held a memorial, and no one could even say where I was buried.
It was like I'd vanished off the face of the earth, with no trace of me anywhere.
Brandon wanted to run over and pull me into his arms, hold me tight like I'd come back from the dead.
But someone stepped right in front of him, blocking his way
