EMMA
I watched as Ian stood across the room as if time had folded itself and brought my past crashing into my present.
The moment our eyes met, the air grew heavy. The shock that registered in his eyes wasn't something he could hide, not even if he tried.
His gaze flicked over me desperate, confused, betrayed like he was trying to piece together a puzzle that had been broken far too long ago.
I knew that he had questions, hundreds of them, clawing at the back of his throat, but he didn't speak.
Even though every part of me ached to answer those unspoken words, I knew I couldn't, not when Xander was watching.
I couldn't allow Xander to know that I still felt something for Ian. I still needed him and also Olivia. She is the main reason I don't want him close to her.
