The sight of him was an unwelcome punch to the gut. His face was older, harder, but there was no mistaking the man who had torn Kimberly’s heart out and bullied me for years.
I heard a sharp, painful intake of air right behind me. Kimberly.
Chase’s eyes were locked on her, not me. He took a single, slow step forward, his hand lifting slightly as if to reach for her.
Kimberly gasped again, broken and she immediately took a huge step towards me, pressing herself against my side. I felt her whole body tense, ready to run or fight.
For a flashing second, I saw it in Chase’s eyes genuine regret. A deep, sick sadness that made him look like the boy Kimberly used to love. A tiny, stupid part of me almost felt sorry for him, seeing that pain.
But then I saw Kimberly’s face, pale and set hard
