~Dante~

There she is, standing at the door as though she had seen a ghost. Did she think I wouldn’t find her even after bumping into my car? Maybe. My shoulders tensed as I stared at her. A pinch of annoyance washed over me, along with a slew of bottled emotions. My dark eyes were fixed on her, the woman who had stolen nearly 5 years of my life. We just stood there, staring at each other. No one said a word. We were just looking at each other. She looked terrified. She ought to be. I’m not here to eat; I’m here to claim what is rightfully mine. She...