Ethan
I saw Alexander even before Clara noticed him; it was impossible not to. He was on the other side of the room, dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit, a glass in his hand, and that calm expression he always knew how to use so well.
As if nothing could upset him, as if he hadn't left a mess in his wake.
My jaw tightened. I told Clara to wait and walked straight toward him.
Every step brought back memories of Boston, the investigation… the arguments, what he did with my wife… the times he got too close to her.
When I finally reached him, Alexander looked up. He didn't seem surprised, as if he'd been waiting for this moment.
"I didn't expect to see you again," I said. "And especially not here."
A small smile touched his lips.
"Same here."
He took a sip from his glass.
"But
