Ellie

I nearly lost my balance. Andrew smiled at me and gestured for me to carry on. He sat on a comfortable leather sofa, looking relaxed. His eyes hovered over my body, stopping at my legs, then my thighs, as my heartbeat accelerated. Fury overwhelmed me, riding through me like a storm, weakening my knees.

It took me only a few seconds to notice that he didn’t recognise me. I had dyed my hair since he last saw me and I was wearing a mask. He never paid attention to small details. He was too self-absorbed to recognise the small dimple on my shoulder that he used to like kissing...