Unfinished Business

Declan

Avery tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, laughing at something the man said. She looked radiant. Happy. Free.

Then her eyes met mine.

The laughter died on her lips. She froze, one hand still hovering near her hair, the other clutching her purse. Even from this distance, I could see the color drain from her face.

Five years melted away in that single moment.

Avery said something to the