Cornered by the Past

Zara

For a second my brain refused to accept what my eyes were showing me. Standing in the doorway, hands tucked into his pockets like he owned the place, was Kyle.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice coming out sharper than I intended, the bag I had been packing forgotten in my hands.

He smiled, that same slow smile I used to think was charming before I found out exactly what it hid. "I