(Matthew's Point of View)
Immediately the door opened,I knew there would be a problem .
Rebecca. Again.
A familiar frustration welled up. The last time, I'd made myself clear: she was gone, out of my life. And yet, here she was, poised in the doorway of my penthouse, as if she'd never left.
Her smile, that practiced, flawless smile, didn't quite reach her eyes, and the walls I'd built inside me began to close in.
I knew her game. She had a knack for it, showing up just when I thought I could finally relax, and then she'd start in, picking at old wounds, dredging up things I'd tried to forget.
"Matthew," she said, her voice smooth, almost sickly sweet. "We need to talk."
I didn't budge, just looked at her. She didn't belong here. She never had.
Not anymore.
"Rebecca," I said, my vo
