RIVER

“KREW.” I barely heard myself saying his name. I was still processing that Krew helped my father got his life back, and now he was here chatting as if they were closed, making my brain cells dry.

“River,” he addressed me as if I was just a regular woman he met years ago.

“What are you doing here?” My throat constricted, making my voice come out small. I had so many questions I still wanted to ask him and Dad, but I doubted if I could get answers from him now that I was staring at him. I didn’t see any warmth other than endless dark through those gorgeous...