Drowning the Past

Hadley’s POV

I had dreamt about this moment. Fantasized it. Rehearsed it in my head a thousand different ways. Hell, I’d probably hallucinated it once or twice when I was half-asleep and pathetic.

Seeing Maddox again.

In my version, he’d either yell at me. Or smile like nothing happened. Or look at me like he used to…soft and steady and sure.

But what he actually did?

He acted like I didn’t exist.