39. Ghosts
Mara
Tyler took another step toward me and I stood just where I was as I gazed at him.
The afternoon sun reflected off the polished hood of his car, but somehow the warmth never reached me. I simply tightened my grip on the grocery bags.
"I've been looking for you," he repeated.
"Yet I haven't been hiding."
His eyes wandered over me. The oversized T-shirt beneath my light cardigan, the silver necklace Zander had quietly clasped around my neck the night before leaving and the groceries in my hands.
He scoffed.
"So this is your new life now?"
I shrugged. "It suits me just fine."
A humorless laugh escaped him.
"You moved on fast."
"I had to."
His jaw tightened.
"I dated you for a year."
"And?"
"You couldn't even wait?"
I stared at him for a long moment then I aske
