Tatiana’s P.O.V

I saw him again today, by the beach, when we were playing water volleyball. He was standing by the line of trees right at the back of the beach. And then I blinked and he was gone. He was here again.

Connor.

Why was my mind playing such dirty tricks on me? I wanted to forget what happened between me and him. Two years of torture was more than enough. Then again...it hadn’t started two years ago. He had been a nice guy once, kind and compassionate. Or maybe I hadn’t been able to see behind his mask and he had always been evil. The marks he’d left...